Silence hangs in the air as she staggers towards me. Pale white arms hang limply in front of her, swaying rhythmically along with her mattered black hair. Dark liquid oozes from her, leaving a foul-smelling trail over the pieces of broken glass in her wake. My hands clench and I send up a quiet prayer, wishing, hoping, that I will be able to escape whatever she had in store for me. Sweat ran down my face in beads, I hear it splash to the floor in droplets. She stops, and there is a moment of pause. Tension rises around us, cramming down my throat. I can't breathe; gasping noises come out of my mouth. I am a rabbit caught in the headlights, helpless and trapped, waiting for the car to make its killing blow.
She stops.
Groans come from underneath the smoky veil of her hair. Illegible, words I can't understand, that I don't want to understand. I knew if she could speak, she would be telling tales of bloodlust; meaty flesh tearing under her teeth, hot red blood, howls of animalistic delight. She raises one of her pale hands towards me. The nails are cracked and dirty after years of neglect.
I am frightened, but something in my fear has turned into curiosity. A deep sense of longing fills my core, climbing up and fighting the tension that had lodged itself in my throat. Yes, she is a creature to be feared, one of unknown evil. But something in that one gesture caused me to think, to raise my arm and fill her hand with my own. Her dirty fingers closed over mine, white on pink, and the unspoken contrast between us. I was alive and she was dead. Yet maybe, just maybe, there was still a spark of life somewhere in those icy-cold eyes of hers.
"Come." She whispered.
I could do nothing but obey her.
Quickly, we walked through a long winding corridor. She grips my hand and pulls me along; I have seconds to take in my foul surroundings before we turn a corner, where were we going? And why was she so eager to show me?
After what seemed like hours, we arrived at a large door. The handle was so rusty it looked like it would crack any second and the large frame of the door was crumbling away. The zombie looked at the door and with one vicious sweep of her arm; she knocked the door clean off its hinges. She growled satisfied as I stared in disbelief.
Excited, she marched inside, I stumble after her. How can she move so fast? She must be pretty unfit after years cooped up in this place. This creature really was a thing to be feared
We approached what looked like a large mirror, as we stood in front of it I saw the zombies face soften, she pointed to the mirror with shaky finger.
I gasped as I looked inside, for the image that I saw inside was completely different to the figure standing beside me. Inside stood a beautiful woman, a sad-eyed brunette who looked as if all life had been drained from her.
Suddenly, the zombie spoke, a soft, chilling voice. "I wasn't always like this" she growled "I was beautiful. People admired me for my beauty. But the witch that lived nearby was jealous; she hated the fact that her husband wanted me. So she turned me into..." she suddenly broke off and tears ran down her mangled face.
Suddenly, it didn't matter that she was a dangerous creature anymore. That she could destroy me in one slash of her hand. Inside, she was a human, like me I wrapped my arms around her and she did the same. I knew now that I need not be afraid.
Slowly, she broke away and stood in front of me, looking lost and afraid, then she blinked at me, and spoke again "Tell me child... what is your name" "I-I am Kimberly.. But my friends call me Kimmi"
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