“What are you doing? You locked my mother out!” I look over in Jules’s way, a concerned and scared expression plastered all over her face. I couldn’t muster up a response and turned my head to watch Klare bend down to the body as people push and shove her out of the way. Suddenly a flash of light and my hearing goes out, Klare’s body drops like a rug and faint screaming could be heard over the sounds of white noise and high-pitched noises in my ears.
(Something from a apocalypse story i’m writing)