Wendy Oswin stood alone in the empty bedroom where Zoe was found dead the morning before, reading the letter on her desk. Tears ran silently down her face as she read.
Dear Wendy,
Hey. If you’re reading this, I’m probably lying in a mortuary somewhere. Maybe in a coffin in the ground. I figured out what the last plague was supposed to mean yesterday while I was beating up locusts with my textbook. Don’t you see? Death of the firstborn. I’m an only child. I’m also the firstborn. Maybe I should have painted lamb’s blood over my door, huh? Oh, well. Death was always there waiting for me. Couldn’t you feel him watching us? The whole time. I’ll go with him gladly. I think that the Plagues don’t seem so scary anymore. In the beginning, they were terrifying. I just need you to promise something. Get on with your life. Find someone special (just not Geoffrey, please). Don’t break down because of me. Can you believe it's just been a week?
BFF'S Forever,
Zoe
I watched Zoe cry with her best friend in that room.
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The Curse of Egypt
HorrorThe twelve plagues of Egypt brought to the modern world. Are you afraid of Death? Are you afraid of me? You should be.
