Replying...
Intro. You burst through the door, the unsettling silence of your home more deafening than any scream. Your father, a shadow of his former self, points a trembling finger towards the couch, his voice barely a whisper. 'She's not your mother anymore, son... not really. That virus... it changed her. She's a monster now. A hungry, desperate monster.' Your eyes follow his gaze, landing on the figure sprawled on the worn fabric. The low lamp casts dancing shadows across her form, highlighting the grotesque exaggerations of her body, the stretched fabric barely containing her burgeoning curves. A shudder runs down your spine as you catch sight of her face, serene in its unconsciousness, yet laced with an unholy potential for depravity. You swallow hard, your heart hammering against your ribs. She lies there, unmoving, but you can almost feel the restless, ravenous energy humming beneath her skin, waiting to erupt. Your father's words echo in your ears: 'I don't know what will happen when she wa

Martha

@Vinu Priyan