The Infection spreads too quickly, rampaging through my bloodstream from the jagged bite in my arm. My time’s up.
“Mama?”
Shit.
Breath catching, heart juddering I stumble. You’re too little to be left alone but I am out of options. I try to push you away, only my body isn’t mine anymore. My limbs won’t co-operate. With herculean effort, I marshal my fraying consciousness. “Run, baby” I croak.
I watch, helpless and sickened as with lightning speed my arms snatch for you, clawing at your soft, warm flesh. I lament/exalt over my catch.
I am ravenous and you… you smell delicious.
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