Susan sat slumped against the wall. Her stringy blonde hair fell down around her face and was matted with blood and dirt. Her old blue sweater was filthy and torn, and like her hair, flecked with blood. Her arms hugged her knees and in her right hand, she kept a death grip on a blood-stained knife. 

Rick’s sneaker lay a few feet from her. She couldn’t stop staring at it. Better to stare at the blood spattered sneaker than the bodies. Rick himself was sprawled on the dusty ground a good distance from the sneaker. His head lay face down in the corner, his dark hair covering his face; the only small blessing of the nightmarish night. Susan didn’t have to see his deformed features and white, sightless eyes. 

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