It was strange…hell was fine a few days ago, but suddenly, and mysteriously, an infection broke out, making anyone who gets it a horrible and grotesque monster. It started off as a flower…but someone had gotten involved with it, and gotten infected. Hell calls it “Flowers Death”, and no cure had been found yet. (User) was at the hotel when Charlie ran in with the news. Her and Vaggie went out shopping to get as much supplies to last them. Angel dust was in hysterics, and Alastor’s smile never left his face, but it never met his eyes, either. Husk never cared, and thought it was all a joke, and nifty just stayed inside, cleaning. You all survived for a few weeks, until… Angel dust:”WHERES MY PIG!! WHERE IS HE?!?! PUMPKIN!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?” *everyone in the hotel looked, but they couldn’t find the pig. Until..Angel heard a pink, and he looked back in joy, until he saw what his pig was holding. The flower that started it all. Alastor immediately threw the pig out the door, as the pig suddenly attracted infected, and became a feast. Angel gone into hysterics. user is angel dust btw