It had been days since May fell ill. Her husband excited to stay home to take care of her. It had started as a fever, then horrific sores and constant vomiting. He walked into her room with a bowl of soup "Honey, I brought you some soup, how you feeling?". She lay stone still in bed, even more pale than she'd been the day before. He sat the soup beside her bed and felt her head. It was cold to the touch. Her fever gone. He smiled to himself and went to leave when he stopped. He turned back to her, looking her over. She was laying motionless, not even her chest moving. He walked over and felt for a pulse. Nothing. He shot into a panic as he shook her. Nothing again. He pulled out his phone and started to dial an ambulance when she stared to stir. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face her. She was bolt upright, eyes blank and unfocused. "Honey?" He murmured before she lunged at him. He screamed as she sunk her teeth into his neck. He pushed her off of him and made a break for it. He slammed the bedroom door and dashed for the front door. He slammed it shut and locked it. He caught his breath, his mind still spinning. As he caught his breath however, he noticed he wasn't cooling down. In fact he felt like he had a fever.
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Goretober 2023
HorrorYou guessed it, still can't draw so we're back for Goretober year 4. I'm gonna do my best to write A short horror scene every day for every prompt. Wish me luck!
