Stopwatch Children

Broken China Doll

Broken China Doll

I walk down the hallway hands full of broken glass; pale flesh painted on the sides.

I look around terrified at the people creatures I see.

Some girls giggle in the corner with their blue hands and dead decaying hair. Boys stand on the walls drooling with unhinged jaws and missing flesh.

I stop at the locked door and for some reason I need to get inside. I feel a deep gnawing in my ribs under my white dress, I need in that room.

I drop to the floor on my knees the sound of glass breaking startles me but I don't stop.

I leave the shards on the floor in front of me as I work on the lock. I stop as all goes silent around me.

My head lifts as a woman comes down the hallway; her dress is burning flames licking up her legs. She is hideous her skin is melting and her flesh is peeling.

She is scorched all over and I realise that these people are dead: really and truly dead and walking. My eyes are wide and I lean against the door, glass under me.

My hands go to my face and my fingers pass under my eye where my cheek should be going through to the cool smooth surface of glass and I fall a broken china doll.

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