Publisher's Synopsis
No movement, No sound, barely a wisp of air. The village appears empty, with no sign of struggle, no violent death, in fact, no sign of the villagers at all.
All there appears to be is an empty space as if the people were teleported away and, in their absence, in the time they have been gone, strange shapes seem to have almost sprung out of the ground.
Growing upwards getting bigger, the shapes are familiar, but the size is wrong. Mushrooms just don't grow that big. 6', 8', some as big as trees, almost blocking out the sun. Multi-colored and grouped together around the village. The strong earthy smell of growth is almost overpowering.
There is a mist filtering through the tree-sized mushrooms...
Welcome to the Infected Village.
