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We have a new piece of microfiction today, this one involving zombification.

Decay

The scent of decay hung heavy in the air, yet Aurora seemed not to notice. She stood in the center of the room, her eyes fixed on the figure shuffling toward her. It was Jared, or at least it used to be.

He was once her husband, a kind man at heart. But now, his skin was pale and waxy, his eyes milky white and devoid of life. A low groan emanated from his throat as he reached out a trembling hand.

She took a step back, a sneer twisting her lips. “You never were much for conversation,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. “But now, I suppose that’s for the best.”

Her gaze drifted down to the bloodstained hammer on the floor, the weapon she had used to bring about this twisted transformation. She had read about it in a book, an ancient tome filled with dark rituals and sinister incantations. The idea had fascinated her, the power to bend another to her will, to make them into her own personal slave.

She had never expected it to work, but here he was, stumbling toward her like a mindless drone. A flicker of excitement sparked within her as she considered the possibilities.

But first, there were matters to attend to. She stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she studied her new creation. “You will do as I say,” she commanded, her voice brooking no argument. “And if you disobey me…”

She trailed off, her gaze flicking to the pile of kindling in the corner. The message was clear: resistance would not be tolerated.

The creature before her let out another low groan, and she took it as a sign of compliance. A cruel smile spread across her face as she considered her next move. The world would bend to her will, and she would stop at nothing to make it so.