You live on a planet which is being affected by a plague that rots people's bodies away. All the other human governments in the area have prevented anyone from coming or going to your planet so the virus won't spread. At this point the illness has effected every living human on the planet.
As your bodies rot they slowly have to be replaced with mechanical parts. The parts people get don't pass for human at all, but they do their job, despite being very obviously metal. In pervious stages of the plague people looked down on those with the illness, but now even world leaders have it.
Everyone's waiting to slowly lose their humanity. People try their best to experience things before losing more of their bodies. It's one thing when people have to have things like hands and feet replaced (useally the first parts to go), but it gets deeper and deeper until you're barely human any more.
You think about the last time you'll eat. It makes you apricate your food more. You look at your stainless steel arm and it doesn't look like part of your body, it used to just be your hand that was that way, now it's up to your shoulder. You've seen the wraithlike silvery creatures thar have lost everything, with skeleton like metal bodies and gas mask like faces, you don't know if you should pity or fear them, you see those glowing yellow eyes on the street more and more.
When you have sex with your partner you do it knowing you're slowly losing your ability to do that. Every time you sleep with them it becomes harder and harder. Until you don't have enough flesh to do anything sexual, and then eventually even cuddling and hugging becomes hard when it's just steel rubbing agaisnt steel. You'll never feel that intimacy again, you'll never touch them that way again. You're still together, but all you can do is say nice things to eachother, and treat eachother nicely.
The last thing you lose is your ability to sleep. It means everything is finally gone. You're still you, you still have your personality and memories, but you're not a biological organism anymore, you're not even alive. It's hard to look at yourself in the mirror, your slender wraithlike body, your gas mask like face, it doesn't read as you, you want to see your face but you can't. You feel like your drowning now that you don't breath, like you need to rip open your neck to rip the metal away.
As time goes on your new body becomes more normal to you. The last biological humans are gone, and the blockade ended. New citizens are built out of the same parts they used to replace your bodies, meaning they're born without ever having been human. You don't think of yourself as human. You have this life now. You like your body, you've added paint to your steel plates to personalize your appearance more, and it's been decades since you saw your old face. You'll never age, you might never die. This is just how life is for you now.
sing off the dead who died just today
no more room in trailer out back anyway
the parlors are full, the churches are closed
two more shifts till I sleep; but I'll never go home
ambulance screaming, silent lights weeping
they turned off the sirens to protect our hearing
they are flashing in white, and the flashing's so cold
my body's a bell; every death takes it's toll
but then the next day is rising on cots in the hall
another one tells me she can't breathe at all
I fill out the orders, and mark every file
no shipments are coming, the back ups are gone
please reuse your masks and hospital gowns
sing off the dead who died just today
no more room in trailer out back anyway
the parlors are full, the churches are closed
two more shifts till I sleep; but I'll never go home
Apoctober Day 2- Epidemic
"its been 53 hours since its 3rd sighting, not only has the infection rate reach 84%, the virus has now spread beyond the documented perimeter, all I can say is its been a honour" - Dr T, Apollyon S-54
You had no idea you were sick. All tests came back clear and you weren't showing any symptoms, so how did you become patient zero for a disease that wiped out 99.99% of this planet's population?
-What should you do now? Should you flee? If so, where would you go and how would you get there?
-What if you stay? How would the locals react to you? Should you avoid them and live in isolation indefinitely, or should you seek out survivors, risking hostilities or infecting any who may have avoided it thus far?
⚠️TW for gore, illness, and such — as well as implied, nonsexual nudity ⚠️
(As a side note, I did my best to TW this properly- but any advice on how to be effective and simple would be welcome! I don’t want my art to hurt anyone :3)
Alex is… sick. She always has been, always will be. Alex is also a budding mage- when those two combine— it’s horrid. A putrid mix of sparks and mutated magic , her magic brings out all she is. In all of its pain and horror. Poor Alex- will anyone brave infection to comfort her?