"Mum's outside again." Jane said, though she knew she wasn't supposed to be looking at the windows but when those familiar hands pressed themselves against the frosted glass she couldn't do anything but stare. She noticed that they weren't leaving a trail of blood behind like last time so it must have rained at some point.
Normally her dad would just sigh and head into the attic, out onto the roof and toss raw meat into the garden to distract mum until night so he could drag her out onto the street with all the other shamblers. They never said anything out loud but Jane and her dad both hoped that mum would leave and never come back so they could mourn her properly.
You can't mourn someone when they're right there dragging their hands over the glass the same way they used to smooth the duvet over you when they tucked you in. It feels like forever since they tucked you in, almost a lifetime away but in reality it'd been five weeks.
Her dad hadn't been getting up much lately, not since mum hit him when he was trying to push her back onto the road. He said he hadn't been scratched but Jane wasn't so sure anymore. Shamblers always hide the infection until it's too late and then they scramble away at the closest person to spread the disease.
She didn't think she'd mind being a shambler too much, not if it meant they'd be shambling together.
Normally her dad would just sigh and head into the attic, out onto the roof and toss raw meat into the garden to distract mum until night so he could drag her out onto the street with all the other shamblers. They never said anything out loud but Jane and her dad both hoped that mum would leave and never come back so they could mourn her properly.
You can't mourn someone when they're right there dragging their hands over the glass the same way they used to smooth the duvet over you when they tucked you in. It feels like forever since they tucked you in, almost a lifetime away but in reality it'd been five weeks.
Her dad hadn't been getting up much lately, not since mum hit him when he was trying to push her back onto the road. He said he hadn't been scratched but Jane wasn't so sure anymore. Shamblers always hide the infection until it's too late and then they scramble away at the closest person to spread the disease.
She didn't think she'd mind being a shambler too much, not if it meant they'd be shambling together.
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