Jessica have taken up residence in the Community Center. She wanted a house with her own coffin like everyone else, but for the past several days since her arrival she’s more or less stuck in the Center. She managed to scrounge up a hope chest, which was cramped and uncomfortable but better than being exposed by windows.
Still, just in case, Jessica wrote a hasty note on the chest that says Please don’t open! I sleep here during the day. and taped it on the top. So far no one have bothered her. Jessica made sure not to bother other people, as much as she want to bite down on an unsuspecting throat. She fed on the trucker before she landed in Bumfuck, North Pole, and she have two bottles of TruBlood. But it won’t last and already she’s hungry.
It’s that hunger did she decide to go out. Dressed as warmly as she could she just opened the door when the night sky started to turn green. The fear twisted her gut and she fled back inside with everyone. She pushed people as she ran back to her hope chest, clambering inside and closing it in a snap.
There, for the first time since her turning, she prayed to God. Praying as she cried bloody tears, fingers in her mouth sucking like she used to do when she was a baby girl scared of her closet.
And the screams, oh, the screams and the roars and it won’t end…
Until it did.
Jessica dared not to sleep, even she can feel the sun rising in her bones.
Finally, finally, as the bodies found in the church were taken away, Jessica opened her chest and peeked out. She can hear people milling about, talking, maybe about…whatever happened. “Is it over?” Jessica asked, fingers emerging from the chest like pale spiders. “What happened?”
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Still, just in case, Jessica wrote a hasty note on the chest that says Please don’t open! I sleep here during the day. and taped it on the top. So far no one have bothered her. Jessica made sure not to bother other people, as much as she want to bite down on an unsuspecting throat. She fed on the trucker before she landed in Bumfuck, North Pole, and she have two bottles of TruBlood. But it won’t last and already she’s hungry.
It’s that hunger did she decide to go out. Dressed as warmly as she could she just opened the door when the night sky started to turn green. The fear twisted her gut and she fled back inside with everyone. She pushed people as she ran back to her hope chest, clambering inside and closing it in a snap.
There, for the first time since her turning, she prayed to God. Praying as she cried bloody tears, fingers in her mouth sucking like she used to do when she was a baby girl scared of her closet.
And the screams, oh, the screams and the roars and it won’t end…
Until it did.
Jessica dared not to sleep, even she can feel the sun rising in her bones.
Finally, finally, as the bodies found in the church were taken away, Jessica opened her chest and peeked out. She can hear people milling about, talking, maybe about…whatever happened. “Is it over?” Jessica asked, fingers emerging from the chest like pale spiders. “What happened?”