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 toward her. Its tongue clicks across its teeth as its jaw opens wide. Slowly, it stumbles forward, scraping out a death march with its hollow footfalls. The front door whips open, “Oh my God, Sarah!” the woman exclaims and pulls the child inside, slamming the door behind her. “Are you alright?” “April, they’re everywhere!” Sarah sobs. “It’s okay; it’s going to be okay. Johnny’s in the attic, he can look at those scrapes on your arm,” she says, pulling the child in to her chest. Sarah shivers from her fever. Her frail body is tucked tightly beneath a comforter with flower patterns sewn along the soft fabric. Beads of sweat glisten across her hairless head and trickle down along her cheeks to her dry and cracked lips.
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