The girl stood by her mother's bed as she took her last breaths. Tears fell from swollen eyes as her mother died in her arms. Her eight year old eyes watched as her father walked into the room and began to cry while staring at his wife's dead body. He collapsed onto the floor next to his wife's bed going quiet and still. She began to cry harder and went to her father's side. shaking him trying to wake him up but his body was turning cold. The girl sat back feeling lost and hopeless; alone. Standing, she heard a gurgling sound coming from behind her. Looking back she saw his body twisting and turning, the sound of breaking bones echoing in the silent house.

His skin turned a nasty grayish color as smoke seeped out of his mouth filling the air with a putrid stench. His eyes bulged, closed then opened; slowly he stood up as if he didn't know how to use his own body. He moved around, stretching his arms and legs and flexing different muscles before realizing she was in the room. He looked over at her with piercing red eyes then grinned revealing yellow razor teeth.

"Hi darling, come give daddy a hug."