In the quiet corner of a dark alley, my bones snap and reassemble, my skin puckers and mottles with blood, and the sclera of my eyes turns pale blue. It's time to hunt.
Two sentence zombie stories, each of which should take no more than five seconds to read. The shortest of the... Більше
In the quiet corner of a dark alley, my bones snap and reassemble, my skin puckers and mottles with blood, and the sclera of my eyes turns pale blue. It's time to hunt.