Become Lamy

Your parched throat yearned for water as you ran through the golden dunes of sand.

It has been three years since normalcy as we know it came to an end. The men on television called it a plague, fanatics praised the divine punishment, and cultists feared for the wrath of mother nature. People argued and fought over their beliefs, each believing in their own interpretations and beliefs, but they soon learned that what it was did not matter. In less than a month, the occurrence swept through the globe, turning the entire populace into something… different. Into her.

For reasons unbeknownst to you, you were somehow the only one safe amid all of this. Perhaps you were born with an immunity that protected you from whatever she was, but you wished that you could have transformed with them. If that were the case, you would not be tormented by their horrific screams and wide-eyed stares as they were no longer themselves. You have thought about ending it all for dozens of times, but something in you persisted and drove you forward, forcing you to survive for another day on this azure planet.

For years on end, you ran from the hordes, recalling every single zombie movie you have watched. You ate canned food and drank mineral water, driving and sailing past the country. And yet, no matter where you looked, there was not a single sign of human life, and you could swear you heard ghosts of a giggle in the rooms, as if she found your resilience and struggling amusing.

Your vision began to blur as you felt light-headed and fell limply to the ground. You tried to stand up, but both your arms and knees gave way, and you ate a mouthful of sand and dust. All the running and sleepless nights have caught up to you. You try to recall the last time you felt nourished, but that was a memory far beyond your reach. Your eyelids flutter as you try to stay awake. You knew that it would all be over if you succumb to sleep.

What would be over? Humanity, of course. But why would it matter? Spending your whole life escaping, scraping off food from the floors, all those nights of restless sleep, was that what it meant to be human? To be you? Even stray dogs and cats were living like royals compared to your miserable state.

You chuckled to yourself, and immediately regretted it as you fell into a coughing fit. The dusty air filled your nostrils, and the dry winds left slices inside your throat. You turned over the bottle. Of course, nothing came out of it. You finally close your eyes, craving for eternal slumber. The only regret you had was that you could not have a last drink before the very end.

On the edge of your fainting consciousness, you sensed a shadow in front of you, blocking out the unrelenting sun from your eyes. Your lips were forced open by slender fingers, and a cool liquid flowed past your throat. The faint sweetness on your tastebuds anchored you to the mortal plane, as you felt yourself be slowly revived by your caretaker.

Sluggishly opening your eyes, you saw a tuft of blue hair fall onto your head. You did not need to look to know who she was. You heard the rustling of clothes, and her golden eyes stared into you. Fuck. She knew you were awake this whole time.

You thought about running away. But where? You were tired of living like this, and finally decided to give in. You felt something press against your chest as she leaned in. You made no resistance as your lips met hers and her tongue snaked past your teeth.

You tasted the liquid from earlier, impossibly cool, seducingly sweet. You swallowed it, thirsting for more. You felt metabolism occurring at an impossibly fast rate as various parts of your body began to change. You saw your hair grow long and blue, ears becoming inhumanly long and sharp. Your torso shrunk and tightened, and your bones stretched and grew wider at the hips. Your breast gained weight, and as you tried to speak, you could recognize your own voice no longer. It was that of a woman. Finally, it was over.

You have become Lamy.