text: You are so thirsty, your mouth feels parched and hot, making it almost impossible to swallow your own saliva and erase that acid and degradable taste off your dry lips.
  
  You perplex look at your unharmed naked body, laying down on the grass; there are no signs of the accident in the whole area, not even the damn caravan's wheel that caused all your bad fortune.
  
  Thankfully, you can hear the calming river flowing in the distance. However, this strange dark mist, which it's as dense as squid ink, does not let you see anything more than a mysterious forest of crimson red weeping willows.
  
  You try to catch the damp grass to calm your agony thirst, but the herbs dry and rot, as soon as your desperate lips touch them.
  
  Alarmed, you speak to the disturbing blackness that surrounds you almost menacingly: "Hell! Is this a dream?"
  
  A strange syllabling inhuman voice blasts throughout the area: "Parasites are killing everything they touch, Massacre the sacred land, defiling the purity of the river and mother heaven!"
  
  You frightened reply to the voice: "Who are you? Show yourself."
  
  "I am within you, I have saved you from death. You are my avatar and the key to my revenge over the white man."
  
  > hiss like a viper and everything in your mind becomes a lusting appetite to broaden your tainted poison towards others.
  You have always been attractive, which has helped you to deceive and rob so many men. But your body now dilates and contracts as if it were clay in the hands of an ardent artist.
  Waist hourglass, voluptuous turgid breasts and juicy lips made to sin. But other, much deeper changes, make you scream. There are snakes inside of you, even worse they are part of your... noble parts
  
  You can hear them whisper in your mind; wanting to mate and infect, spread your corruption to the whole world; thankfully, your new two serpents are inside your organ, so are invisible.
  
  You blackout momentarily, when you open your eyes the carnage and the destruction is around you. You gaze panicky your whole body searching for any wound.
  
  Absolutely nothing. You are taller and slender, you get dizzy at the confirmation that it was not a dream. You lick the air with your tongue feeling an excitement you never felt. You unconsciously moan, your body desperately wants to mate, releasing your infection. Your new body moves only in complete darkness in confidence, following senses that you do not understand.
  
  The partial burned and mutilated corpses of men the smell is horrible, a mixture of burned wood and dusty skin you should feel bad, run away from the site... However, it makes your mouth water just imagining you naked on the bodies.
  
  Your mind tries to fight these new cravings that make your blood boil: What's wrong with me? This is ridiculous!
  
  A sinister laugh comes from within, obliterating your soul: "You cannot oppose to my desires, mortal. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you will see the immense powers I bestowed upon you; it all comes down to letting yourself go or die. I don't care, I will raise your corpse, the moment you die."
  
  What should I do? My whole body drags me into a dark and sinful act that will change me forever, transforming me into a monster.
  
  You bite a finger hard, eager to feel something other than that sick desire. But, as soon as your blood flows from the wound, it heals instantly, as if nothing has happened.
  
  The voice seductively whispers: "My gift has more benefits than you can imagine, mortal."
  
  > follow your darkest desires.
  The mysterious night is full of sounds and smells new to you, the human senses are so simple.
  
  The corpses are cold and hard without the tender and soft tenderness of the bodies in heat. However, there is a hardness and rigidity, pressing your burning flesh and sweat all over his manhood.
  
  Your mind surpassed by wild emotions, you feel as your spirit is navigating through another world of heavenly sensations, as you move up and down to the beat of your heart feeling like your breathing follows the song older than the world.
  
  Your body explodes with a pleasure beyond what you have experienced.
  
  As your passion, unfolds, your magical snakes puncture with their teeth into the inert member by releasing the seeds of your infection into the poison. Your gift, nature's redeeming seed.
  
  You wait for a little until the corpse starts to twisting and shaking. The colour return to his flesh and the damaged area is regenerating.
  
  In barely one minute, He heavily rises from the scorched earth with a single thought in his mind to kill and infect without mind, without ratiocination, only a destructive and drooling force walking along the California trail, sniffing the air in search of a victim.
  
  A lustful smirk appears in your face, you ate tired and sweaty but excited with the idea of repeating the pleasure with the 4 beefy remaining corpses.
  
  > follow the route towards Virginia city.
  Your zombie lovers slowly guide you through the same muddy road you were following the Truckee River, which it is named in honour of an honourable guide of the explorers, a Paiute leader. The stream seems to roar menacingly nearby while the rest is silent only break by the distant howl of the wolves.
  
  You are no longer afraid about anything, you have no more doubts about your fate. Your muscles insatiably run along the road escorted by your zombies, feeling like the icy wind lovingly caresses your body.
  
  Unexpectedly, the light of a campfire shines on the other side of the river. Your new instincts sing a story of smugglers and bounty hunters; The voice inside you explains:
  
  "Mortals," pause a few dramatic seconds, you can feel hatred and desire for revenge within your own body, changing you and giving you new powers. "Of course, as every white man, they only care about money, they have been paid to kill the band you just turned in your snakes' slaves."
  
  A playful smirk comes to your lips and you suggest: "Maybe we could make a good orgy with them and joining the zombi snake army."
  
  The Mistress inside you ponders a moment and adds out loud with a voice that reminds you of a decrepit toothless old lady:
  "Aren't you too eager to lay with the men, eh? Without a doubt, you will be a great asset to me. Now, you only have to lose the last reminds of your life. Give your body to me!"
  
  You are no more. Another creature wandering in the night.