Prompt: Plague
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It began with a slight cough and a burning itch on his forearm.
By nine thirty he was pale and bed-ridden, and by twelve p.m. the entire school was quarantined. The merciless spread of infection spared few, grinding the world to a halt; those not claimed by fever succumbed to panic.
They found two students in the abandoned factory across the river. His hair was matted over his face and the pale skin of her wrist hid a helplessly weakening pulse.
It was the fastest spreading virus in history, they said.
And on Lyoko, all of the towers glowed white.