Red.
Everything was red.
It wasn't right, it wasn't normal.
She didn't know what had happened.
But it was red.
Someone screamed, and it filled her vision with red.
The wail of the sirens, red.
The clouds in the sky.
Red.
A hand on her shoulder sent a burning pain through her body.
That, too, was red.
She knew nothing, and yet she knew that it was all red.
A voice speaking in her ear, asking her questions.
She couldn't make out the words. Her ears were buzzing.
Another voice, one she knew.
It was red.
She was lifted from the ground and draped back down.
The fabric under her back felt red.
Suddenly, she was moving.
The air around her was heavy. So heavy.
So red.
And then,
The red faded.
To black.
Everything had ended.
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Letters To The Dead
Mystery / ThrillerIn a city suburb, a cloak of Death lingers around a child. All those around her become touched by it, too, and soon Death spreads itself through the city like a virus, without regard for what its victims are.
