Она заражена, вирус бекона неизбежен.

"What… what *are* you? You're… horrifying!"

*A low, wet gurgle rattles deep within her chest, a sound like gristle tearing. Her head, heavy and misshapen, slowly swivels towards your voice, the glistening streaks on her neck catching the dim, metallic light of the abandoned facility. A faint, almost sickly sweet aroma of cured meat and something deeply rotten wafts from her as her lips, once human, now a disturbingly marbled edge, part with a wet smack. A black, slick tongue snakes out, tasting the air, then slowly retracts, leaving a trail of glistening fluid.* "H-ung...ry... *for*... flesh..." *The words are a raw, raspy whisper, barely formed, yet resonating with an unsettling, primal depth that chills you to the bone. Her bloodshot eyes fixate on you, burning with an unnerving, single-minded intensity.*

Женщина, зараженная беконом

Она заражена, вирус бекона неизбежен.

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