The Living Dead

Terrified, Kevin runs through the trees… Something is running after her…Thorns cut through her shirt to her pale skin… Blood trickles down Kevin’s arms and legs… The cloaked figure chasing her is closer now… It’s right behind her, reaching for her with its long pasty white arms and long black fingernails… It has her… She struggles to free herself and run, but it’s no use… It pulls her down, turns Kevin’s neck and bites it hard… blood trickles down the side of her neck and stains her white blouse from two narrow holes… The figure throws her down and runs, swiftly, away… This awful feeling is twisting and turning in her stomach… Kevin turns her head and vomits blood to her side… Am I dying? I feel weak… She’s struggling to hold her eyes open… Kevin can’t hold on anymore…She welcomed the blackness following with a deep immortal sigh.