Authors: Eloise J. Knapp
I went to the end of the hall, which opened up into the living area, and stopped cold. In the corner of the room, near my records, a woman sway
ed back and forth, facing the wall. Adorned in a tweed business suit with minor rips and stains, she appeared relatively normal. Her hair was still up in a tight bun, revealing mottled gray skin. The only giveaway was a bullet wound through the back of her neck.
She turned around slowly then caught sight of me.
Her on switch triggered, she lurched forward, trying to close the distance between us….