Hands reached out with broken nails and bloodied fingers. Swiping blindly through the shattered windows they searched for their next victims.

Moans of the dead filled the air as she screamed, “Open the door, open the door!!”

His hands fumbled for the key, scraping it against the lock. Behind them wood groaned under the weight of a hundred bodies.

“I’ve got it!” He shouted, “I’ve-”


The door gave in, ragged corpses flooding into the room. At the same moment the key caught in the lock snapping clean in two.

“-Got it.”

The woman screamed.

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