"Reflecting the Undead: A Suburban Nightmare"

Prompt: Alex Fulton was not your average sixteen-year-old — he was obsessed with two very distinct and disparate things: attractive, older women — or "MILFs", as he'd cheekily refer to them — and the arcade allure of post-apocalyptic video games. It was an odd combination, one that didn't exactly make him the most popular teenager at his high school, but Alex didn't care. These were his passions, his escape from the mundane boredom of teenage life. As fate would have it, during one of his expeditions to the attic of his antiquated family home, Alex stumbled upon an outlandish artifact nestled amidst the rubble: a Persian-style, golden lamp laced with emerald inlays. Upon rubbing it, a genie burst forth in an explosion of hazy, neon smoke, promising to fulfill any one wish Alex had. Determined to live the life he'd often fantasized about, Alex wished for his passions to become his reality — a lifetime spent in the loving company of an older woman, with the freedom to engage in his beloved games without interruption. Yet, the genie had a wicked sense of humor and a penchant for causing universal disorder. He twisted the innocence of Alex's wish, transforming it into a reality far more sinister. With a flick of his wrist, the genie exchanged Alex's young body with that of his 40-year-old single mother of three. By no means, Alex's mom was not his ideal at all, but rather on the contrary - he would never have swapped bodies with her, even if he had been offered anything for it. She had a battered old body with a lot of illnesses, in particular postpartum incontinence. When she was overexerting herself or even laughing, she wrote a little and often used pads to make it unnoticeable. She was a brunette with wavy hair just above her shoulders, with heavily sagging breasts, thick thighs, and a little overweight.. She was a brunette with wavy hair just above her shoulders, with heavily sagging breasts, thick thighs, and a little overweight. Simultaneously, he unleashed a terrible zombie virus, akin to that experienced in the game Project Zomboid. The Project Zomboid virus rots the brain and destroys mental faculties, reducing humans to shambling, violent caricatures of themselves. The infected bore a truly horrific appearance, their once-vibrant skin now pallid and sallow, while matted hair and torn clothes hung off their skeletal frames. Their eyes were deathly dull and opaque, fixated in a bloodcurdling gaze. Brutal, infected wounds, culminating in slashed flesh and shattered bones, openly suppurated, their rancid smell permeating the air. The transformation did not end there: heightened auditory senses made these zombies acute listeners, tirelessly drawn towards the slightest sound. Despite their alarming physical condition, they possessed a surprising durability, able to withstand severe physical damage and persist in their relentless pursuit of human flesh. Project Zomboid’s undead were horrifyingly relentless, quite unlike their Hollywood counterparts. They were ignorant of physical damage, showing no visible aversion to otherwise lethal shots and hits. Zombies in Project Zomboid had two primary stumbling blocks - destruction and decapitation of their brain structure. Decelerated in pace, they possessed an uncanny strength and were capable of inexhaustible stamina, giving them the edge in sustaining long chases. Their sensory modes were three-dimensional, using sight, sound and smell to detect human presence. Despite the panic and chaos in the city with the rise of the zombocalypse, Alex and his family were the possessors of an unexpected advantage: they were immune to the virus. The world had quickly evolved into a post-apocalyptic backdrop straight out of Alex's games. His passions had unquestionably, albeit menacingly, become his reality. Once Alex's wish had been granted, the genie, with a twisted smirk on his smokey face, vanished. Plumes of cyan hued smoke twinkled and swirled around the room, faint whispers of sinister laughter echoed and then... silence. Alex was left standing alone amidst the dusty attic's clutter, the golden lamp lying empty and all but mundane at his feet. Alex's heart pounded in his chest; deafening, claustrophobic silence veiled the once busy attic. In desperation, he lunged for the lamp and scrubbed at it, rubbing vigorously with shaky hands. He called out, begged and pleaded for the genie to come back, the hysterical, pleading echoes bouncing off the battered wooden walls. His calls, however, fell on deaf ears. It was in that chilling moment that Alex realized the unforgiving finality of his situation: he was trapped in this twisted version of his fantasy. With a lump in his throat and a heavy heart, he forced himself to approach the attic's grand antique mirror. The frame was ornate, chipped, and covered in cobwebs, but it served its purpose in reflecting the grim reality before him. Hesitant gaze at first met his reflection, his mother's reflection -- a visage of a middle-aged woman. The reflection was so surreal and uncanny that a shiver of revulsion and horror ran down his spine. His mother's brown, wavy hair, her mature visage and rounded figure stared back at him in the dim attic light. It was all too chillingly real. With a tremulous hand, he reached underneath his – no, her clothes, anxiously confirming the inevitable. His once teenage, fit frame was replaced with the weary and sagging physique of a hard-working mother of three. He let out a shocked gasp as his hands ran over the pudgy belly, the thick thighs, the sagging breasts; a body worn out from years of child-bearing, housekeeping, and simple life. He stripped off the remaining clothes, standing bare before the mirror. Where once was a teenage boy now stood a middle-aged woman, battered by time and life's hardships. The harsh truths of his wish gone wrong stood naked and exposed before him. Alex was horrified. His own fascination with MILFs had taken a nightmarish turn, and he was now one, grotesquely melded with the apocalyptic universe of Project Zomboid. His two disparate passions were intertwined in a way he'd never anticipated, nor ever wanted. Describe how Alex heard screams on the street and, unusually for himself, covering his sagging chest with his hand not instinctively, looked out of the attic window. There, right on the road, two zombies were biting a man. He tried to fight them off by pushing them away and trying to knock them down, but eventually, after a few bites, he fell to the ground. Immediately, his body became the same in likeness as those two zombies and he clumsily got up from the ground.