It was her last coherent thought.
The next day…
Confusion enveloped her. She felt cold, clumsy, and numb; everything appeared hazy. She had to find… what? A sound penetrated the mental fog and drew her to a window. She was just able to see a vehicle making its way through the snow and inside that vehicle… a steady pulsing, living sound. The vehicle stopped and five figures climbed out and stood looking at the house. She heard their footsteps on the frozen ground. A memory, no, a feeling washed over her… it hurt. No longer numb she struggled to understand the pain that engulfed her; pain so deep and so strong that she moaned involuntarily and couldn’t stop. She beat on the glass of the window until it broke and shards tore into her mottled flesh. The group below had already fled and as she watched them drive away she finally identified the pain that consumed her. She was hungry.
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