She doesn't remember how long she's been in the bathtub for. Judging from the rust and rot permeating the air, and her fingers and toes being wrinkled like old tissue in the rust brown liquid, it's been a while. But although it stung at first, the sensation of maggots burrowing into her body has become rather pleasant, and she doesn't feel like leaving the tub anymore. It makes her feel more alive than ever to be incubating new life.
<div id="p1"></div>
<%
_.delay(
function() {
$("#p1").text("The girl sighs contentedly. Finally, for once in her life, she feels useful. The doctors once told her she'd never be able to have kids of her own, but wasn't this the same? To have her body nurture something, or somethings, like this?");
},
20000);
%>
<br>
<div id="p2"></div>
<%
_.delay(
function() {
$("#p2").text("She runs her fingers through her hair. Most of it falls out, but that doesn't bother her. Actually, it makes her feel a bit giddy. Her hair would have been useless to her new children, anyways.");
},
30000);
%>
<br>
<div id="p3"></div>
<%
_.delay(
function() {
$("#p3").text("She can't help but giggle. It sounds more like a gurgle mixed with a wheeze, as she feels them writhe in her lungs. She thinks to herself, that this must be what feeling a fetus kick for the first time feels like. It's pure bliss.");
},
40000);
%>
<br>
<div id="p4"></div>
<%
_.delay(
function() {
$("#p4").text("This girl won't be alive to see the big black botflies hatching from her body, but she's content knowing her shell will nourish them. By the time someone finds her, she'll have already been picked clean. Knowing her death can serve as a cradle for new life leaves her with a placid smile on her face.");
},
50000);
%>
made by med using twine's snowman story format.