Awoken from a trance to the throbbing within her head.
The lights became deafening as the voices turned to screams.
We never saw them coming as the people started running.
Her heart beat swiftly, so loudly that to her it was surprising.
Ears filled with cotton as ariel’s voice was long forgotten.
The smell of iron and ripping flesh filled the air like stale cigarettes.
Chaos erupted and the walkers were in the hundreds.
Swarming around us like honey to the bees.
A single drop of sweat trickled down her cheek and it was all a blur.
Her chest heaved high; she was alone.
Nicole Johnson 
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