Scream

I heard screams from the outside of the barricade. It was one of my grandmother. I pushed aside the barriers and hugged her, and it was one of sorrow. I love you, grandmama. She bit into me so tenderly, so much so I could experience the entire poison coursing through my veins. It was beautiful, knowing that the delusions of the past had such splendor, the smell of blood intoxicating. It meant so much to see this path they had set their mind to, the way it gestated them into the undead. No, I whispered as I rose from slumber, it was not true because of the squeeze of her hand. My lady Sparrow rested beside me, and that was the truth. The cruise could wait.

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