[ WP ] Depict humanity as a aggressive virus that spreads quickly without ever actually saying it is humanity . Drop subtle hints along the way

The scourge decimated so many of us. Me, my four sisters, and three cousins, that's all there's left. I still ca n't quite believe it. We are so bountiful, rich, teeming with life. We have it all. We are destined to provide so much. I ca n't stand the thought turning back into a lifeless body. It's not fair. 
 
 It started out innocently though. Far away from where we live, there was this family of four sisters. The first was a tiny hothead. I did n't like her very much. Living in the fast lane. Nothing like me. The second was a mystery. Always hiding her face from me. You just did n't knew what she was up to. The fourth was a fierce redhead. Pretty yet unpredictable. Nevertheless, I did n't envy them as they were all lifeless. The third one, now she was something special. She sprung to life. Just like me and my own family did around the same time. At first a bit hesitant, but as time went on, she became this vibrant presence. She was a real looker in her own family. Just like my sisters. And my cousins who live down the block. 
 
 Then, things went south with her. She started to develop this rash. Imperceptible at first. It seemed like we did n't have to worry about her. But then the rash exploded. It covered most of her body. It was ugly. The rash was luminescent so her nights were the worst. A thick fog started to cover large swathes of her body too. 
 
 Then, her vibrance started to wane. She was obviously dying. I mean, she was transitioning back to an existence of dull lifelessness. It was intriguing to watch her go at the same time. She started to look just like her second sister. But then her appearance became downright unhealthy. She acquired this brownish, bloodshot disposition in the span of a few years. I doubt she'll ever turn full of life again. 
 
 Since we live quite a long distance from her, we were n't all to worried though. It's not like we really knew her. Heck, as far as a I can tell, even all her own cousins who live in the neighbourhood, saddened though they were, did n't think much of her passing. This was an unfortunate incident and nothing more. We've seen many of us turn full of life for an instant, only to fade again into lifelessness. 
 
 But as the third sister was fading, the rash did something strange. A few particles shot out of it at subphoton speed. Still, we were n't all that worried. It takes a while and some accurate guesswork to travel between us. However, they somehow succeeded in meeting the redhead. That's when things became downright frightening. 
 
 The redhead seemed to turn vibrant for a few millennia. Just like the blue sister. But then the rash took over. It spread quickly. It did n't quite resemble the petrified patterns on her passed sister. This time, the rash took a more intricate, complex, sterile look. It was like the rash had adapted itself to red surface of the fourth sister. Then, she faded quickly and she too started to take on a brownish, bloodshot disposition. What was happening? Your guess is as good as mine. 
 
 Again, right before she died, she seemed to shed a cloud of particles from her body. This time, they travelled at the speed of light. This is when we started to feel uncomfortable. Particles reached the sisters' cousins. Many succumbed to the cycle of passing vibrancy, rash and then dying. Many of them supported life and lost it as the disease aggressively took over. And with each infection, the rash seemed to take on a slightly different, yet more evolved, look. 
 
 There seemed no stopping the onslaught. Family after family. Neighbourhood after neighbourhood fell victim of the plague. Eons passed. We are the last ones out here. Somehow, we seemed to have to survived against all odds. You see, once one of us has died of the plague, the rash seems to have died with her. No more luminescent glow covering their nighttime surfaces. No more new growths. Just a scarred surface is left which tells a tale of the horrors they must have endured in their final centuries. And, above all, no more shedding of particles. 
 
 To me, it seems like the plague itself has lost the majority of its' momentum. Once, the universe was filled with particles roaming between neighbourhoods. These days, only few of them are left. They seem to have lost speed and a sense of purpose as they only keep travelling in straight lines towards, well, nothing in particular. 
 
 Life on my own surface has carried on all the while. However, lately, I've noticed this spot near my equator. It looks like an intricate greenish cobweb in daylight. During nighttime, it transform into a collection of yellow, red and blue modulating lights. It seems to have grown in the last few decades. I ca n't really tell what it means. I'm afraid to tell my sisters, so I'm covering it up with stormclouds. I hope my rains are still able to wash it off. 

