There was a terrible, familiar, smell in the air. The stench of ever-rotting flesh. [name_f]Alina[/name_f] closed her eyes and willed this to just be a nightmare. But the hungry groans that now pierced the air only confirmed her fears. They had found her. The zombies had found her. And she couldn’t— she wouldn’t— kill them. They were her siblings after all all. And she still loved them even though they had been sent to turn her into one of them. It wasn’t their faults. No, it was the fault of the monsters that she had long called Mom and Dad.
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