"Sleep, mama."
Sarah hummed softly, her eyes fluttering shut. "Would you sing for me, my shooting star?"
With a thick swallow, his throat clicking with emotion, Steve inhaled sharply. "Sure, mama. What song?"
"My song, please?"
"Sleep, mama."
Sarah hummed softly, her eyes fluttering shut. "Would you sing for me, my shooting star?"
With a thick swallow, his throat clicking with emotion, Steve inhaled sharply. "Sure, mama. What song?"
"My song, please?"
In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined.
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