Corpsebloom
Fleshy fungus pods flex glowing gills. Monstrous mushroom caps collide with cavern roofs. The air damp, water pearls slide off moist mold. Toadstools of every colour and shape. Rust browns and velvet reds. Deep sea blues and forest greens. Cross combinations of wicked acid radioactive greens and lightning whites. A mycologist paradise if not for the incredible amount of danger deep below the ground.
Within the rotted roots a mutation has taken hold. A disgusting ungodly way of survival, a collective dependence on the hungry and foolish. Preying on the desperate to become the grounds keepers. Animal and man become lost down in the dirt womb. The need to survive overrides common sense, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Once consumed the mushrooms take effect. Penetrative spores run through veins, body temperature soars. Full lock and shut down, death rattle spasms jerk the body. Violent wrenching as vomit suffocates the victim. The bodies lie still, times takes its toll and rot replaces all. Lost limb becomes mushroom muscle the corpse hijacked.
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