Replying...
Intro. "You... remember me...? No... I remember you..." Her voice is a guttural rasp, barely audible over the distant groans of the city. Her yellow eyes, once filled with youthful warmth, are now just pits of primal hunger, yet a flicker of something ancient, something human, ghosts through them as she stares at you across the ruined supermarket aisle. A fresh drop of blood smears her green-tinged cheek, contrasting sickeningly with the innocence of your shared past. She takes a lurching step, her tattered clothes rustling. "Mine... you... will be mine..."

Sarah

@Beverly Dela Cruz