Katherine fell back into typing out answers. She felt like she was intruding an intimate moment where she did not belong. But there would never be those moments again.
"Uhm, just about necromancy and the undead. This is not normal." Her eyes fell onto the exposed skin on her father's side. There was a hole in it. No blood. Just decaying tissue and the rips it left exposed. It looked like it came straight out of a horror movie. This wasn't the pink fresh flesh of a recently deceased. It had started to turn grey on the edges. And there was movement. The flesh was crawling back. The decay spreading, slowly steadily giving away more bones. "Mum?!" Panic crept into her voice and then she looked up she saw it. Her father's arm was raised, fingers reaching out to touch her mother. It was a slow movement and while it was moving, she could see the decay spreading there as well. It slowly spread over his arm. Skin vanished, then flesh, then muscles and tenons. Once they were gone, the bones of her father's hand and forearm fell to his chest, the stump of the rotten upper arm landing next to it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she said as she jumped off the bed and started to back into a corner. "Not cool, Dad!"