20190519

Day 1,716

A lean head peers around the stairwell, eyes so clouded you hoped it was blind but the dilated pupils were somehow still fixed on you. Limp strands of hair sporadically dotted its taut scalp, brushing against the lipless has that hung open slightly.

With a sickening crack its mouth opened further and a voice came from your broken Bluetooth speaker. It sounded so much gentler than its face would suggest and it was so much more polite than you would have guessed.

"I'd quite like some meat please." It said, as if it had just placed an order in a restaurant and like a waiter who was utterly terrified of losing their livelihood (or indeed, their life) you tried to smile as you ran for the kitchen, hoping it wouldn't follow.

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