It wouldn’t have mattered if they were scratches or not,” he says, his voice like liquid. “I was bitten during the escape from the house.” My limbs go weak, everything inside me folding in collapsing on itself.”I was already dead,” he says, opening his eyes.

It wouldn’t have mattered if they were scratches or not,” he says, his voice like liquid. “I was bitten during the escape from the house.” My limbs go weak, everything inside me folding in collapsing on itself.”I was already dead,” he says, opening his eyes.

– Carrie Ryan –

The Forest of Hands and Teeth

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