As Paige walked through Horton Square, her mother's face flashed onto her incoming call screen with a wide smile that made Paige want to be sick. "You just don't get it, do you, Eve? Decline for the thousandth and last —mph, mph!"
"Don't you scream now," a man whispered.
Paige could hear her heartbeat in her ears, as adrenaline began to course through her.
"Use your senses!" Grandpa would say.
She tried to think…it was dark, instantly dark. This kind of darkness didn't come from the passage of time, but from the sun being blocked.
"Arggh!" the man cried out, pulling his hand away so fast that all that remained between Paige's teeth was a piece of sodden and slightly bloody piece of fabric. "Why you little…" Her vision clouded as he slapped her across the face. "Dead girls don't bite."
It was harder to breathe by the second. Every time she gasped and spluttered he pushed more.
Paige's eyes felt heavy.
"GET OFF OF HER!"
A female voice.
The man cried out like a wounded animal.
"It's you! You killed my husband!"
And then, darkness.
