Sometime during the night, Mary had stretched out on the remainder of the couch, using my lap as a pillow. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked around the now visible room. I stared at the painting above the mantle again. It was much more vivid in the light. I thought about being on that s...
Sarah pounds on the window and checks over her shoulder at the bodies that creep closer in the street. As the tears flow, she can hear someone inside dragging something out of the way before the sound of unbolting the locks ensue. A corpse notices her from the street and swings its graying mass t...