Some people were in dumb shock. Others, more tremors than whole human beings. Incomprehensible sounds being uttered. Rote gestures of bodies taken out of the context of routine.
"But they're alive," a short couple, young people, a guy and a girl, kept repeating. This phrase caught on as a question amongst the warned: in rough shape. That question predominated on one end of the park, while on the other; Who did this to you, him/her? Where was this person found?
Teams of specialists mingled subtley. Lists of chemicals and compounds circulated in special folders. Biological characteristics of matter plied into charts.
"Could it have been in the air?" Some scientists had been velcro'd into special seating that could be picked up and carried farther afield.
Let's stay together.
"We'll need to be the arch."
"Wah, wah WHAT you mean?"
"It's all disjointed. All the threads of story here."
"We cannot lose our collective memory."
Into the actual, literal mist not yet fully lifted off the park's surface.
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