While rushing home, I caught my tiny children abandoned in the woods, injured and unrecognizable. I burst into my parents’ house yelling, “What did you do?!” My sister coldly replied, “You lost your rights.” Before I could react, my dad choked me out. Then, my phone rang with a call from the ICU…

“Maisy, look at me. What happened in those woods?”

She swallowed, her throat clicking dryly. She looked back toward the dark canopy of the trees, a primal terror reigniting in her gaze. She leaned in, her breath hot and ragged against my ear.

“Grandma left us in the oven,” she whispered. “And then the zombie came.”

Chapter 2: The Antiseptic Purgatory

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