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They belong to a girl. A girl who is running,
Her heart beating
Like a hammer.
They're coming for her, tripping over one another in their haste
To taste her flesh.
Those stumbling, half decayed bodies,
It is all she can do to keep
Her legs ache, her lungs are on fire,
But there is safety up ahead. Can she make it? She's not sure. Is there time? She might be running out of it. Will they catch her?
"Devon! Please do not leave me. Please, Devon! Devon!!"
The tortured cries echo off the walls of the otherwise silent house. Rain patters softly against the windows and the sloping, shingled roof of the small room where a girl lies dying. Her skin, normally aglow with health, has turned deathly pale, contrasting sharply with the mess of dark brown hair scattered on the pillow around her. Glazed blue eyes stare blankly up at the boy sitting in a chair beside her. His entire body is hunched over as he holds each of her hands in his own, tears flowing freely down his slightly tanned cheeks.
"Fret not, dear Jesse," Devon whispers, her voice soft as leaves scuffing across a forest floor. "This is not goodbye. I will see you on the other side, just like I promised."
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