Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

Chapter 13: Story 13: The Girl and the Monster

The first time I saw her, she was beautiful and innocent. Locked in a room, she was not alone; there were many girls imprisoned there, but she stood out. Whenever I crossed her door and our eyes met, I felt an unusual friendship and saw a unique, innocent brightness in her eyes.

She spent her days shouting, her cries of pain echoing through the halls. The guards often put their hands over their ears, but to me, her shouts sounded like a sorrowful song. Her voice was filled with a deep, haunting pain that seemed to resonate with the very walls of the prison.

I wanted to do something, anything, to save her, but I was powerless. All I could do was watch and hope, even as my heart broke. Her absence left a void, and the halls of the prison seemed colder, emptier without her presence.

Her memory lingers with me, the girl who sang her pain, whose innocent eyes spoke of friendship. She may be gone, but her song remains, echoing in my heart.