Chapter 91:

XCI | Something Dead

Something's Not Right

Where am I?
Where am I?
Where am I?

Tammie's head tilts again—

with a loud creak,

to the opposite side.

There's nothing
but pain.

I feel every broken bone,
every bruise,
every bleeding cut.

I fall,
legs giving way,

my lower body

absorbing the impact
of the wooden floor.

It rings in my ears

like the whining siren.

Where am I?
Where am I?

'Not Tammie...'

I'm crawling backwards,

the rotting smell
more pungent

as the heat
of the fire seeps in,

burning away the cold.

It's the smell of flesh.

The smell of the dying.

But the Tammie
sitting on the bed

with glowing eyes and apologetic smile,

is alive.

I touched her all over.

I remember
every inch
of her skin.

It's her.

It has to be.

What's going on?

The back of my head
bumps into another wooden surface.

Another cupboard.

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