Little Sara

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Little Sara sits frozen in the corner of her hospital room and stares blankly at the bloody, half-eaten corpses that lay before her. She doesn't know why, but.she has a strange feeling that they might get back up again. On Sara's left forearm is a deep bite mark left by the scary army man. She was shocked at first, but now the girl can hardly feel it anymore. She knows she should get up but her legs won't move. She isn't afraid of these things. She doesn't need to be. Everything is getting blurry. Sara can't think about anything right now. All she can do is look around the room and see nothing.

The stentch of death wafts through the hospital, but to Sara the smell is comforting, familiar, right. Then a new scent enters her nostrils: flesh. Meat. Food. Sara must feed now. She slowly gets up and shuffles down the red hallway towards the hospital's exit. Her once bright angel eyes have been deadened and corrupted into the eyes if a demonic, walking corpse. No thoughts, no sights, only smells. Little Sara must feed.