I honestly don’t know. Call it a potential seed for a story. I’m not sure if I’ll expand upon it, but that shouldn’t stop someone else from sequeling. :)
This is disgusting, and my having such a visceral dislike of the idea can only mean it is brilliantly written. I also happen to feel like I’m slowly dying from a fever, which doesn’t help at all.
The whole thing does have a horrible, unsanitary feeling to it, from the wet, ragged cough to the filthy alley and the scavengers. I can almost feel the fungus threading through her lungs, turning her mouldy as an old slice of bread…