The grotesque man ambled down the road, strumming a dirge on his guitar. A host of the aberrant and malformed followed him. Their shambling procession wound through the hills, as far as the eye could see.
Those who could avoided the train of degenerates. Their unwashed bodies and begrimed clothing gave off a fetid stench that warned people away. Those who could not avoid the train were forced to join it.
Anyone coming into contact with the procession contracted their disease. The effects were varied. Some became stricken as though by a plague. Some became hideous mutants. All became outcast.