Antmarch

[theCorniest]

After a brief illness, a compulsion; a long, long fall to the hard ground; a climb back up, but not to home; and at last, gripping tightly to the place to be your grave, death. But not the end.

I watched the whole thing, and watched as the fungus fruited out of your head. You were doomed from the moment the spores found you, insinuated themselves into your body, began eating you from the inside. But you didn't know it, not until it marched your body to its death. Assuming you even knew at all. I have to wonder - by that point, did it seem like your own idea?