There he was, lying on the bed. At first she thought he was just sleeping, but then she noticed something...off. The blankets that covered him didn't make one smooth hill-shaped curve over his body. Instead, there were five separate curves, and the lowest point of each curve was where the blanket and the mattress met. Zoey called his name again, but there was no response.
She held her breath as she closed in and gripped the blanket tightly, staring straight at his sleeping face. She gathered all her courage and, with one swift motion, pulled back the blanket. What she saw made her body instantly freeze up and turned her blood cold.
It was a gruesome sight, no matter how many times she had seen it during the zombie apocalypse, but seeing the same thing done to someone she knew, talked to, and trusted made it an entirely new and horrifying experience. His arms, his legs, and his head had been torn off and laid neatly next to what remains of his torso! "Ah... Ah... AHHH!" Zoey didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe that this person was the exact same person as the one she talked to during dinner last night, the same person that had saved her life so many times during her fight for survival, but here he was. That same face was unmistakably his, now disconnected to the hands that brought her back to her feet.
"Noooo!" She shrieked. "Nooooo!" She tried to touch the body, tried to prove to herself that it wasn't real. Perhaps the moment she touched it, she would wake up and realize it was a dream, or maybe the limbs would come together again because it was just some kind of light trick, or maybe the corpse was really just a plastic prop, or a practical joke played on her by her friends. She searched for something, anything to prove to herself that it wasn't real. She didn't get the chance to.