I grabbed my backpack and filled it with the necessary supplies from my base. Once one entered an area, more came with it. I soon snapped back into the present when I heard someone, no, something groan, “what time……is soccer practice.” No, how did one get here, how did one find me, this was supposed to be a safe place, a place they wouldn’t go, the forest was muddy and smelled bad, no soccer mom would dare set foot in this place. The disease made its way to the victim’s brain and kills them, it later revives the corpse and uses it as a base to feast and reproduce. The disease was identified as “Socitus” a disease only affecting middle aged women. Within a week later the world was plunged into a hell like no other. I had been smart enough to escape but that wasn’t the end of it. The moms ran in every direction but each found themselves trapped and they were soon consumed and turned into the beasts themselves. The rest of the women screamed as Susan fed on Gloria’s corpse. Susan lurched toward gloria and bit her arm and began feeding on her flesh. “Oh my goodness susan, you look terrible, you should try a juice cleanse,” whined Gloria. Her hair looked greasy and dirty, her teeth were yellow and her arms and legs were covered in dirty ugly sores. Then it happened, Susan, the president of the pta burst through the doors. I remembered the group of moms in the corner of the room talking about the juice cleanses they probably wouldn’t stick to. I had been forced to go to a pta meeting with my mother, I remember surveying the table with the baked goods on it. I closed my eyes and thought back to that fateful day. “How did this all happen,” I whispered to myself. I looked around and noticed how the bits of light filtered through the trees and conveyed a sense of beauty and calmness on the world, this was far from the truth. ![]() ![]() I had thrown it together in a day, It was made from broken pieces of wood, street signs, and other various parts I had managed to scavenge. Soon I stopped when I found my base, a small hut in the forest a few miles away from where I had just been. The creature resembled that of a middle aged woman, but one of her eyes had fallen out and her hair was thin and brittle and it looked as if the wind could blow it all away. I stepped back in disgust and horror as it moaned a soft, “I made lemon squares.” I screamed as it shambled toward me, a large rotting greenish tin of (probably gluten free) lemon squares in it’s hands. It looked at me with its cold dead eyes, the odor from it’s own rotting flesh making me gag.
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