This little girl by the name of Annabel Lee of Eurrussia has been lying in bed for a few days from a supposed stomach flu. She was the first to get sick in her little village of former Russia from the contaminated meat but they didn't think it was the dead cattle's fault, after all the long frost kept the carcasses from spoiling. Her father Nicolas was by her side holding unto her hand, it felt like it was on fire yet she felt cold.
Nicolas was frightened, his wife was executed this way by the government because they found poetry hidden under her floorboards. It was a bad habit for his wife to collect forbidden material like that even though it was harmless poetry. "You need to stop with the poetry Anya, it'll do nothing but put our family in danger," he said once.
"But I can't help it, Nici, I know they're nothing but silly words but for some reason I can't help it," she responded back once. When they caught her they burned all the books outside making her watch, the look of agony on her face was worse then the birth of their little Annabel Lee. Once the books were nothing but ash they called everyone out into the square of the town along with cameras for the whole Eurrussia to see. The Police announced to the public, "this woman was keeping illegal material and is made to be an example." Thus they injected that fatal serum into her neck. A few days later when she was about to die she said her last words. "Take this paper, I named her after it, please protect our Annabel Lee."
It has been a year since her mother's death and Nicolas has been true to his word until now. He didn't know how the government got to his little darling but whatever it is it spread to him. He didn't have the money for medicine even if he did it was an incurable government weapon. "Please live, my little Anni, please live," he said before he felt the urge to purge the toxin out of his system. He wanted to stay by his daughter at all times but the smell of vomit was as bad as the smell of shit. Nicolas ran outside into the freezing air spewing all the contents into the snow.
While Nicolas was outside Annabel Lee was sitting up right in bed looking very lively and healthy. Through the course of her sickness she was actually changing. During her fever she would often say to her father a voice spoke to her, telling her things, showing her things. She never knew there were planets other then theirs nor a man visiting the moon once upon a time. At first she thought they were dreams when in reality the foreigner was showing her facts, facts not even the adults know. As she got out of bed feeling more awake and alive then she'd ever been and oddly incredibly hungry.
You need to eat, it said, that's when she heard the cat hissing in the corner of the room. Her first instinct was to catch the furry feline and eat it. Annabel Lee held out her hands as if she was expecting a hug. The fingers snap back on the front of her hand snapping like twigs on a tree. The cat didn't have a chance to escape when the red ribbons snatched it out of the corner wailing a loud meow loud enough for Nicolas to hear.
He was speechless by what he saw, his mind was in shock processing the horror in his mind. His little girl was out of bed with her favorite cat being devoured whole in her mouth. Immediately Nicolas took the gun out it's hiding place pointing at the monster. "What are you? What have you done to my Annabel Lee!"
"I am Annabel Lee, papa," said the little girl going back to normal, she was beginning to cry. "Please don't hurt me papa!"
Nicolas' instinct was to shoot the imposter yet he couldn't. What if this was all in his head? For a few days Annabel Lee has been under some kind of hallucinations of 'other planets' and 'men on the moon'. What if this government weapon caused hallucinations or other symptoms more fatal then that? The little girl that looked like Annabel Lee walked over to her father's direction with tears rolling faster.
"Please papa," she cried her arms wrapped around her father. Once he felt the little arms around his waist he dropped the gun and held his daughter even tighter. For a moment everything was normal until he felt something cut him open. Nicolas didn't have time to pull the imposter away, the girls head was buried deep in his stomach. He could feel the long worms invading his insides, slowly sucking out his essence. For fifteen minutes he was devoured, absorbed, then was an imitation.
In two hours the whole village was infected, three days most of former Russia was infected. Once everyone was part of the foreigner all the fires went out and went outside in the cold to freeze until the government picked up the corpses. In starving Eurrussia bodies of the dead are made into food and rationed to the rest of the starving at a low price. This would be considered a terrible blessing for the people and it's government. While Eurrussia was picking up the 'suicide villages' Eurasia like Oceania was starting an uprising.