The glass windows in her little hiding room cracked

and she heard the wails of the undead
that had come for her.
All at once, the room smelled of decaying corpse;
all she could see were the unwashed blood,
the unholy mouths,
the dead hands.

There were n’more windows
— she realized.

She felt the breath of cold air, and her heart lurched forward.

She could see them
close for the first time,
hunger in their rotten corpse-eyes.

She felt the claw-like hands of the undead all over her.
And as their teeth sank into her still living flesh
She saw her blood — red and dripping and everywhere,
And Susan sobbed and sobbed and sobbed,
‘till she was no more.


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