NATTYMARI presents Winter on Ibiza

No one was aware that the plague had come again. At first it seemed nothing more than a nagging cough. A nasty cold. Too much e on the weekend, some kidded.

Within a week the bodies started dropping. At first they were buried properly, but after a few weeks more they lined the sidewalks and supermarket floors. The acrid stench of decay had filled the air.

After a month nearly half of Europe had perished. Some at their jobs and some in their homes. Others were away. Their lifeless forms littered the dancefloors.

Corpses on holiday.... winter on Ibiza.

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