Sinocide

The closely knitted tower blocks rarely gave room for the sun to shine on the moss laden sidewalks and when it did reach a yellowed sidewalk, far enough below, it only encouraged further growth of moss and mildew. The permacloud that hovered around the twentieth floor of most of the towers always added a gentle precipitation to the mix. People were resigned. This was the way it was, the way it always had been, in this vicinity.

It was only after several thousands of Sino types had been found dead or dying, lying in the street that the unconcerned populace bestirred. Initially it seemed only the older Sino types were affected, but slowly, almost imperceptibly the younger, healthier, fitter ones fell victim. The ever present breeze that slowly drifted between the canyons of towers carrying the growing scent of death and decay drove the indolent non Sino people's to wonder. Wonder why they remained unaffected. Wonder what the disease was that targeted only Sino types. What they should do with all the rotten bodies. Eventually all the bodies were lifted by crane into a huge pit awaiting the arrival of a new tower. After a time the pit was full and sealed, there were no Sino types left. 

The non Sino types shrugged their shoulders and went about their normal lives. There seemed no need to worry now, all the Sino types were gone. A slight societal readjustment took place and life returned to its regular pace, the moss continued to gather. That was until the Franco types started dying