She awoke to a strange room and a stranger group of people watching her from behind a large glass wall. Two of them looked familiar and by the way they stared at her the feeling was mutual. Perhaps they'd taken her because she reminded them of someone or perhaps they'd known her in the before days.
Regardless of that, she was too hungry to properly look at them and ponder their possible relation. She hadn't eaten for a while before she was taken which must have been a few days ago, or so she estimated by the harsh cramps of her stomach protesting the complete access to food.
And so she did what anyone like her would do when locked in an empty room with living people so close and yet so far away. She screamed and slammed her hands against the glass, against the walls and even against the floor, hoping that somewhere there'd be a way out.
It looked like our Mia and they told us where she'd been found. She'd barely made it a mile from campus before the undead got to her. They liked to go for the neck normally but Mia was always a fast runner - fastest in her track team, you know.
The bite marks were all over her legs, or what little remained of them. There was enough for her to stand but after maybe ten minutes of her staring at us through the window and us silently hoping the serum had worked and she'd remembered us, she flipped.
Seeing them on the news is one thing, it's something you can easily detach yourself from but seeing your own little girl make those inhuman sounds and tear herself to pieces in an attempt to break out and feast on you... it broke our hearts faster than it broke her arms.
Regardless of that, she was too hungry to properly look at them and ponder their possible relation. She hadn't eaten for a while before she was taken which must have been a few days ago, or so she estimated by the harsh cramps of her stomach protesting the complete access to food.
And so she did what anyone like her would do when locked in an empty room with living people so close and yet so far away. She screamed and slammed her hands against the glass, against the walls and even against the floor, hoping that somewhere there'd be a way out.
It looked like our Mia and they told us where she'd been found. She'd barely made it a mile from campus before the undead got to her. They liked to go for the neck normally but Mia was always a fast runner - fastest in her track team, you know.
The bite marks were all over her legs, or what little remained of them. There was enough for her to stand but after maybe ten minutes of her staring at us through the window and us silently hoping the serum had worked and she'd remembered us, she flipped.
Seeing them on the news is one thing, it's something you can easily detach yourself from but seeing your own little girl make those inhuman sounds and tear herself to pieces in an attempt to break out and feast on you... it broke our hearts faster than it broke her arms.
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