Bad Dreams Of a Killer Virus

This has to do with Five Lives (my story). It shows what this virus does to your head. A common symptom is freakish dreams.

On a side note the characters are just there to show what my virus does to you. They wouldn't come back at all in the story. Why? Because I don't like the family already.

Warning: I was mad while writing this so it's disgusting and quite scary!

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“Dadda corin!” Jimmy’s baby voice chimed.

“What? Oh! Corn?” I picked the steaming bowl, but it was cold? It looked to hot, but felt so icy. My stomach twisted, I cringed and crippled over myself.

“Darling what’s wrong?” my concerned wife crying, but it was all going black. No not black, yellowish brown? Thousands of mealworms crawled out the gapping hole in my chest.

I went to scream but they crowed my mouth. I vocals decade and rotted as the mealworms feasted. But my eyes saw it all…

I watched din pure horror as my little boy went from flushed cheeks to green decay, he bones jetted out of his skull. But his voice still worked…

“Dadda! Help! Dadda!” He screamed at his highest voice. With his mouth wide I stared in terror as the vile creatures filed into his mouth.
I tried to move my arms and legs. My son needs me! But I was locked into place. I tried to turn my neck but nothing worked. I stained my eyes to peer on, as my lovely wife became nothing but a disintegrated carcass.