by Jack Wolfe Frost
A by-product of man's tampering with the elements creates a Silent Killer--not a virus, not apocalyptic. Yet. Unless the as yet unwitting Steele Brooks can figure out what is happening and why are people just--vanishing.
Mist slowly encircled the campsite and crept around each tent, slowly rising until it covered the tents. Morning came later, and the mist dispersed as the sun rose. Where before campers were sleeping, the land sparkled with dewdrops. Not a trace remai...