Chapter 03: The Death of Peter Parker's Mother.

After noticing her swollen hand, a profound terror surged through her body. She hastily rushed to the bathroom, forcefully closing the door.

Mary (screaming): Noooo, this can't be happening, oh God, help me! I'm scared. What should I do?

She turned on the water, washed her hands and face, her entire body trembling with fear. Reaching for the first aid kit, she poured the entire bottle of antiseptic on the wound to prevent the poison from spreading. Swallowing several painkillers, she sought relief, but the pain intensified despite her efforts. While doing so, she heard knocks on the door, recalling her young son Peter. Opening it, his eyes filled with tears, and his small body trembling, he witnessed something not easy for a child his age. She embraced him.

Mary: Don't be afraid, my son. Everything will be fine, I promise.

Peter noticed his mother's injured hand, took a step back, his eyes fixed on the wound. He remembered his father's transformation from a peaceful man to a monstrous being due to a bite.

Peter (confused): Mom, your hand is swollen and inflamed. You need to see a doctor now; your wound is significant and requires immediate treatment.

Mary (worried): Don't worry, my son. I'll take the medicine, and I'll be fine. No need to go to the doctor.

Peter: Mom, will you turn into a monster like Dad did? The same thing happened to him; he changed because of a bite.

Mary (trying to end her son's questions): That's impossible; I haven't been bitten by the infected dog. No need to be afraid, my dear.

Later, she felt a sharp pain engulfing her body, accompanied by intense cold. She asked Peter to fetch her coat and scarf from her room.

Peter: Are you going out? Where will you go in this condition?

Mary: No, I won't go anywhere. I just feel extremely cold.

Peter: But it's hot outside, Mom. What's happening to you?

Mary (with an angry look): It doesn't matter, whether it's cold or hot. Just do as I said and stop talking.

Peter went to his mother's bedroom to get what she requested. In return, she went back to the bathroom and closed the door.

Peter headed towards his mother's room to fetch what she had asked for, feeling a sense of sadness as she yelled at him.

Peter (muttering to himself): What happened? Why did she scream at me? I'm here to help her, I just want to assist, but she refuses my help. Something unnatural is happening here, but why did she stab my father? I'm very scared. Oh my God, help me.

On the other side, as the mother approached the mirror, her appearance shocked her. Her eye color changed to red, her teeth were distorted, and her gums were severely damaged. Horrified, she undressed, revealing a body covered in bruises. She understood that her fate would be like her husband's, and a strange feeling engulfed her. She was hungry, ravenously hungry, but not for ordinary human food—she craved human flesh.

Oh God, the mother began to transform into a zombie.

Peter: Mom, open the door! I brought your coat and scarf so you won't feel cold.

Mary: Thanks, Peter. Leave them by the door.

Peter: No, I won't leave them here. I want to see you to make sure you're okay, Mom.

Hearing her son's words, she broke down in tears, feeling profound sadness for her beloved son. She placed her hand on the door handle, almost opening it but remembered the aggressive act committed by her husband. Hesitating, she thought, and in the end, she sat near the bathroom door.

Mary: My love, are you here?

Peter: Yes, Mom, I'm here. Open the door.

Mary: I can't. I can't open the door.

Peter: Please, Mom, open the door. I'm very scared.

Mary: Don't be afraid, my love. Nothing will harm you as long as I'm here. But if I come out to you, I'll be the danger you fear.

Peter: What do you mean by that?

Mary's voice layers began to change, accompanied by involuntary strange movements.

Peter: Mom, what's happening to you? Are you okay?

Mary: Listen carefully to what I'm about to say. There isn't much time. Unfortunately, I won't be okay shortly. I won't be the mother you know. Your loving and beautiful mother, Mary, will transform into an ugly and monstrous creature. This fate wasn't our choice; we should have dealt with that dog from the beginning. But now it's too late for that. (She wiped her tears and continued) Peter, my dear, take care of yourself. Remember that I love you. The same goes for your father; he was the best father for you and the best husband for me.

Peter: Mom, why are you telling me this? Where will you go? Why won't you be okay?

Mary: I won't be able to explain what's happening because I myself don't understand the reason for all of this.

Peter: Please, Mom, open the door. I can't live without you.

Mary: My love, you won't be alone. Your uncle Ben and aunt May will take care of you. Call your aunt May and tell her everything that happened here.

Peter (tearfully): No, Mom, I don't want Aunt May. I need you, you're my mom.

Mary: Peter, I love you, my dear.

The mother returned to the first aid kit, searching for something sharp. She found scissors and turned towards the mirror, speaking to herself.

Mary: Oh God, here is my end. I had hoped to live longer with my beloved husband and dear son. I wanted to see my only son grow up, graduate, get married, and play with my grandchildren. My presence with him won't last long; I don't want him to see his mother in this state. Unfortunately, there is no other solution. Farewell to my normal life, farewell to everything I wished for...

Her eyes filled with tears as she recalled the image of her husband attacking Peter. Without hesitation, she cut her neck arteries with the scissors.