[It's difficult to forget how little anyone really knows about the alien life existing all around them--while they're technically the aliens on the alien world--when all it takes to upend what passes for a normal day is the smallest, tiniest unseen particle latching itself onto someone.
He's seen delirium; he's seen illness. He's even counted himself lucky to avoid plague that once touched several nearby villages. But he's never seen anything like this this--people falling asleep, everywhere and anywhere. And others--
In the chaos of the camp, he might not have seen her if not for her cry, the swing of strikingly pale hair bouncing on a set of shoulders. But most of all: that she's stumbling out into an afternoon that threatens biting acid rain after somebody who isn't there.]
Hey! Hey, hey, whoa! [Alarm spikes. Before he can think, he tries to get in front of her. Divert her.] Hold on, no-- You can't go out there!
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He's seen delirium; he's seen illness. He's even counted himself lucky to avoid plague that once touched several nearby villages. But he's never seen anything like this this--people falling asleep, everywhere and anywhere. And others--
In the chaos of the camp, he might not have seen her if not for her cry, the swing of strikingly pale hair bouncing on a set of shoulders. But most of all: that she's stumbling out into an afternoon that threatens biting acid rain after somebody who isn't there.]
Hey! Hey, hey, whoa! [Alarm spikes. Before he can think, he tries to get in front of her. Divert her.] Hold on, no-- You can't go out there!