The loud growls came through the door and it creaked against the weight of the animated dead bodies. I huddled in the corner, my four year old daughter sobbing as I stroked her hair comfortingly. I heard the feeble barricade I'd set up breaking and began to sing, as much as to myself as my daughter.
Her loud sobs began to dull into quiet hiccups. I placed both of my hands on the side of her head and covered her ears. I closed my eyes and yanked her head at a right angle, she was dead before she knew it.
