Her once flat ironed shirt hang limply of her ripped to shreds. Her skirt once grey and plated skirt was stained with mud and grass. But there was
another stain. Blood. A stab wound sank deeply into her stomach blood dropping down. Only the whites of her eyes shown while her pale ghostly glowed in the semi darkness. She was a zombie
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