Thursday, June 03, 2010

Dead Rite chapter 8.071

"I want you," Amanda whispered. "I've got chills."

"That's the blood settling into gravitational pooling." Jasfoup stroked the soft skin of her neck."

"And an itch I can't scratch."

"Fly eggs. They'll be multiplying."

"And my legs are shaking."

"You're losing control. You're feeling the desire for your spirit to let go of its connection to your body."

"There's another explanation."

"What's that?" He could feel her breath against the inside of his cheek, could taste the corruption that had already begun deep inside her internal organs.

"You're the one that I want. The one that I've been looking for."

"Ooh!" Jasfoup pulled away. "Sorry, love. I don't do zombies."

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