C483 Visiting

Sarah didn't like it here at all.

She hated the blood that seeped down from the ceiling. She hated the sound of wolfing down food and chewing corpses from the top of her head. She hated even more to hear the wails of the innocent dying.

White light shone through the window, and spring arrived.

With a feeling of despair, she pushed open the window, breathed in the fresh air outside