by Jackson Ferrell
"Joe! Joe, listen, it's me! Chrissy!" she pleaded, the shovel quaking in her hands. But Joe neither recognized nor remembered anyone now, least of all Chrissy; his body, stripped of all humanity, possessed nothing but an insatiable hunger for living flesh. He grabbed the shovel, wrestled it from her hands, and drew back to swing.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
You're a Completely Different Person, It's Like I Don't Even Know You Anymore
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