Wet, awful sounds. Tearing cloth, ripping flesh.
She lost her eyesight in a car accident: tiny shards of glass embedding themselves in her retinae. To never see her family again — much less her own face in the mirror — had seemed like the end of the world. That was seven years ago. Then, yesterday, the real end of the world came.
They wouldn’t get through the door, not for a long time… but she could hear them eating her neighbor, Rory, the one who had always carried her groceries. When the sounds of that terrible meal ended the banging would begin.
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