Zombie?(CYOA)

For many days, you have remained faithful to your lovely, dead wife.

You can't quite remember how she was when she was alive, but seeing her now, in her wonderfully pale coat of skin, makes you pleasantly nostalgic.

"Honey, why are you staring at me?"

"O-oh, it's nothing." You stammer.

"If you say so."

It's family dinner night. Judging by the smell, your wife is making a wonderful beef stew.

Your son comes downstairs, attracted by the smell.

"Mom, is it ready yet? I'm starving!"

"Sure is! Come get your bowl."

Your son rushes to grab his bowl, and takes a seat next to you at the dining table. Your wife brings both your bowl and her own to the table, and takes the seat across from you.

Your son takes his first spoonful of soup, and promptly spits it out.

"Mom, it tastes funny!"

"You aren't getting anything else, you better eat it like it's your last."

"I can't, it's disgusting!"

"Did you really just say that to your mother?"

It looks like this might get intense. You decide not to get involved. This is not an urgent matter, after all.

"Are you still hungry?"

"Of course I a-"

Before your son can finish his whining, your wife swiftly takes a spoonful of soup from her bowl, and jams it inside of his mouth. Tears well up in his eyes as muffled whimpers escape his mouth, interrupted occasionally by gagging and coughing.

"Then eat! Come on, you can't go to bed on an empty stomach!" She screams hysterically.

Eventually, he passes out. Your wife removes the spoon from his mouth, and bits of food fall onto his shirt.

She turns toward you, empty-eyed.

"Honey, you haven't taken a bite of your dinner. Are you not hungry?"

Aiming to please your wife, you take a bite of soup.

The meat is unusually tough, and tastes a bit peculiar but you manage to force it down with some water.

"So, how is it?"

Hoping to cheer her up, you tell a little white lie.

"It's delicious!"

"Really? I'm so happy..." She smiles and blushes, holding her head up with her hands

After stomaching the entire bowl of soup, you carry your unconscious son to the bedroom, praying for his safety. You shut his door on the way out, and head upstairs to your bedroom.

You see your wife on the bed, dressed in very appealing clothes.

"Honey, I'm glad you enjoyed my cooking. Come here so I can reward you..."

You join her on the bed, and she immediately plants her lips on top of yours.

Her breath is almost unbearably rancid. A small portion of ooze pours out of her mouth mid-kiss, and you involuntarily swallow it due to a poorly timed gag-reflex.

You break from the kiss, coughing and wheezing.

I was a little too rough with the kissing again, wasn't I? I'm sorry, we can do this some other time.

Disappointed, she puts on a t-shirt that's a little too big for her body, and lies down,  covered by the sheets from the waist-down.

The next morning, you are rudely awakened by the sound of muffled yelling coming from downstairs.

You peer around the corner of a hallway to discover the cause of the ruckus.

Your wife has her pale-skinned hands wrapped around your son's neck, squeezing the life out of him.

"Why are you always trying to interfere? Why can't you just let me be happy?" Your wife wails.

You tackle your wife, hoping to save your only child.

Surprised, she releases her grip on him. She tumbles over, and you pin her to the ground.

"Honey, what the HELL are you doing?"

Your son catches his breath, and runs out of the house.

As he passes by you, he drops a slightly damaged piece of paper next to you.

You take a quick glance at the paper. It reads, "MOMMY-NOT-MOMMY" in crudely-drawn letters.

Before your eyes move back to her, she headbutts you, and you flinch.

Taking advantage of your dropped guard, she throws you off of her, and pins you while you're down.

"Why did you do that? He was trying to tear us apart!" She screams, digging her nails into your wrists.

"Why were you trying to kill him? Are you trying to hide something from me?"

"W-what?! I... I WOULD NEVER..." She tightens her grip, and her nails tear into your skin.

"Never? Normally, I'd believe that. But, our son is, rather, my son says otherwise."

"W-what do you mean?"

"He left behind a parting gift when he ran out, and did his best to make sure I could receive it. See that note over there? It reads, 'MOMMY-NOT-MOMMY'. I wonder why he would write that?" You grin.

"He's lying! I AM your WIFE, you have to believe me!"

"Normally, I would. However, our son is honest to a life-threatening fault. Your soup was pretty bad, honey."

"Y-YOU..."

You hear the wail of police sirens.

Officers rush into the house, and your wife flees upstairs. They give chase while your son kneels next to you.

"Dad, are you okay?"

"Don't worry son, I'm just a little scratched." You say, getting up.

"Stay here, son. Daddy's got some unfinished business"

You make your way into the bedroom.

The corpses of police officers litter the area, their mouths covered in slime.

Standing in the center of this masterpiece of mass murder is your wife, who stares at you with quivering, empty eyes.

"Oh! Honey!" She exclaims, a small grin forming on her face. "I'm sorry that you had to see this. I'll clean it up, I promise! Nobody will ever know. But first, can I have a kiss?

You flee, grabbing your kid on the way out.

It doesn't take your wife very long to catch up.

"Why are you running, honey? I just want a kiss~!" She coos.

"Son, keep running. Don't turn around, don't stop. Dad needs to have a talk with Mommy."

Your son nods, and sprints away the moment you set him down. You turn around to face your pursuer, your arms wide open. She embraces you.

"Honey!"

She tries to kiss you, but you bite her pursed lips.

She giggles, and leans backward.

Her lips tear off like paper, revealing her teeth and gums.

She laughs maniacally.

"Sho, you've found me out!"

Slime pours out of her nostrils, eye sockets, and mouth.

The slime takes on a humanoid shape.

"I tried my best to make you forget, but that little shit was so persistent~! But that doesn't matter now, does it? We have plenty of time to catch up..."

You try to run away, but the slime has already covered your feet. You fall on your back.

"I guess it'll be easier to take you by force. Do your best to endure it!"

BREAK END