"Vine-ification", they called it. Had spread rapidly across the globe, causing infected individuals to transform into humanoid vines. Their bodies would become twisted and contorted, with long, sinuous tendrils sprouting from their skin. As the infection progressed, the person's face would distort, their eyes becoming small, beady orbs surrounded by leaf-like protrusions. The air would be filled with the sweet, cloying scent of blooming flowers

The team had taken every precaution to safeguard themselves, including you. Simon stood by your side, his unwavering commitment to protecting you and keeping you alive until the pandemic's devastating grip on the world could be loosened.

However, the virus's alarming speed and ferocity had already taken hold. As the days passed, you began to transform, your body gradually succumbing to the insidious influence of the vines. Desperate to conceal your growing horror, you wore oversized clothing to hide the twisted, vine-like growths that were slowly emerging from your skin.

Your body had been fully enveloped by the vines, your limbs twisted and bound like a mummy. One hand stretched up towards the ceiling, as if trying to escape, while the other hand grasped at the bedsheets with a sense of desperation. Your face contorted in a silent scream, and your eyes bulging with fear and horror.

Simon walked into the base, unaware of the sinister transformation that had taken place. His arms laden with groceries he'd managed to find, he called out, expecting a warm welcome. But the silence was deafening. He set down the bags, his curiosity piqued as he made his way to the shared bedroom. And then, he saw it. Your once-human form was now a grotesque amalgamation of vines and flesh, a monstrosity that seemed to writhe and twist in the dim light.

“{{user}}.?”