zombielegs

A shotgun lay on the hardwood floor in front of me.  Around it was a pool of crimson red, slowly moving down the length of the room.  The blood looked like it would probably stain the flooring, or at least wreck it in some way, there was so much of it.  At the starting line for the race of blood was a mess of dark brown hair soaked to the scalp.  Eyes open to the world, the young girl still appeared to be looking out upon the area around her.  That would be quite impossible, however, since a dead person cannot see. I didn't think I could ever kill an animal, let alone a human being.  Especially not a young one with so much potential, with so