“you’re cold” she says holding you tight “i’m gonna warm you up.” it’s been a moment since you’ve seen her, you haven’t told her about what happened. i mean how could you ever tell her? you’ve died. your blood doesn’t run anymore. your heart doesn’t beat. you’ve been infested. your body becoming a nest for these robotic bugs. the only reason you can still think and feel is because they decided to keep you. you cant tell if it’s to play with you or because they see you as useful but you’re still in this body.
the only thing left of you is pieces of your brain, skin, bones and some muscle and fat, perfectly preserved by your infestation. you know this from ripping yourself open, digging, seeing mostly everything replaced with squirming sand. it’s difficult to remember, but you part of you remembers the night they shredded everything. the night you died.
“are you okay?” she asks you. after all this time with your new insides, you’re finally safe. as much as your infestation wants her too they understand that. maybe they’ve absorbed some of your love for her. maybe this highly complex swarm is simpler than you thought, just wanting warmth and safety. “safe.” you let out.