Emma's right thigh was infected.
It was spreading fast.
So fast that within ten minutes, she was dead.
And, a short time later, she arose from the dead.
She ate the flesh off her right thigh...
...And, once the blood pumped out from the deep wound, she was hungry. And, looking around, she would seek out new victims until her unnatural hunger was sated.
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