( @richardsikes )
Delusional could have been a fair way to describe Christine’s current state of mind. She was all alone in a house big enough to fit a family of ten or more, with the dead wandering around in her backyard. But she was safe, safe enough, she’d convinced herself, as the doors had been barricaded and locked and the windows boarded up downstairs before her dear brothers turned. Before her father and her mother turned. And there the blonde sat, up in the second story of that big white house, sitting in the middle of a walled lot. Staring down at pictures of the way things used to be, she almost caught herself smiling. Almost. That was, until she heard an awful lot of commotion outside.
She didn’t dare stand from her spot, however, instead waited in complete silence as the moans of the undead filled the void of sound. Last she counted, there were thirty-three of them. Thirty-three reanimated corpses constantly circling her house like lab rats trying to find their way to the treat in the middle of a maze. Lucky for her, they weren’t smart enough to get in, but that didn’t stop the woman from fearing what might become of her if they did.
