Image by theilr. Used with permission.
I stood absolutely still, staring again, a necrotic mound of seeds and slough before me under the light of the window. And I could see them. Countless bodies in my periphery. In one synchronous motion, they fanned outward on the floor and walls around me like zombies. “I’ve got to keep moving.”
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