Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

One day, as I made my usual rounds, I saw something that filled me with dread. A monstrous figure stood at her door, its eyes glowing with malevolence. It reached out with clawed hands, its presence so menacing that it seemed to darken the very air around it.

I watched helplessly as the monster opened her door. She looked at me one last time, her eyes pleading for help that I couldn’t provide. The monster took her away, leading her into the darkness from which none ever returned.

I wanted to do something, anything, to save her, but I was powerless. All I could do was watch and hope, even as my heart broke. Her absence left a void, and the halls of the prison seemed colder, emptier without her presence.

Her memory lingers with me, the girl who sang her pain, whose innocent eyes spoke of friendship. She may be gone, but her song remains, echoing in my heart.