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“She’s coming back! Please, listen to me!” her father yelled. Sarah racked the slide of her shotgun and blew a hole in the center of his chest. The body crumbled backward into the cage, and her mother’s corpse crawled forth. It began to feast upon his fingers. Sarah collapsed to the ground and cried. Her shaky hands brushed away tears. Slowly, her mother’s corpse stuttered out, “H-hon…ey?” The chain around its neck rattled as it turned to look at her. Nausea overwhelmed Sarah when she saw this. “Oh god,” she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry, Mom!” She whimpered as she loaded another shell into the gun and racked the slide again. On shaky legs, Sarah got up, approached her mother, placed the barrel to her head, and blew her brains out. Viscera dripped from her face. Sarah numbly watched the blood stain her father’s white lab coat. Her hands no longer shook. The hole in his chest was neatly centered over where his breast pocket would have been. She hoisted the shotgun back on its