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chestnut brown hair and bare shoulders. There were fingernail scratches across the middle of her back, the deep red blood dried on her pale white skin.
                  She turned to face the man she had once promised to spend eternity with and looked at him with empty marbleized eyes. Thick blood covered her mouth and dripped down her chin. Her hands and knees were smeared with it from the pool she sat in.
                  Lonnie’s mouth opened, but no sound dared to escape. His eyes flickered from Amy, covered in gore, to the man on the bed. There was a bloody gaping hole where his pelvis and inner thighs used to be, his manhood obliterated beyond belief. Amy turned her exposed, red body slowly as she moved her legs awkwardly to the ground.
                  “Amy?” Lonnie spoke reassuringly. “Amy, it’s OK. I’m going to help you, babe. I can help you…please…let me help you.”
                  She snarled as she stood up, her entire front drenched in the blood of the deceased man on the bed. It was the same body Lonnie had caressed with his own hands countless times, but something was different, aside from the carnage it was covered in. Her shoulders slumped forward and sagged, her legs stood akimbo like a newborn deer attempting to walk, and her skin looked sickly and gray.
                  Lonnie raised a hand to cover his mouth and his eyes welled with tears. Amy drew closer. She reached an arm out to Lonnie. He closed his eyes and let the tears fall down his rounded cheeks. He felt the cold, soft brush of fingers on his face.
                  “Outta the way, son!”
                  Buddy exploded through the doorway with an AR-15 Assault Rifle in his hands, the one he kept tucked under the bench seat.
                  “NO!” Lonnie reached out for the barrel of the rifle as he was shoved aside, but it was too late.
                  The blast to Amy’s stomach knocked her off her feet. For a calming moment she lie still on the plush carpet. Then her eyes widened as she growled and used her hands to push herself up again.
                  “What the Sam hell kinda shit is this?” Buddy whispered to himself.
                  Amy opened her mouth and let out a hissing shriek that made the hair on Lonnie’s arms stand on end. He stared at what should have been a fatal shot to her abdomen as it leaked out a slow stream of thick black ooze and bile. There was no way what he saw was possible, no way she could have lived through that.
    Hope fluttered in the depths of his nauseated stomach. It was a second chance. He could still fix whatever happened to her to make her do something so vile. She could still come back and then they could fix whatever was broken between them too.
                  A slew of gunshots burst out from the rifle and Buddy jarred back from the kick. Glass shattered in the windows and drywall shot out like shrapnel. Amy’s body danced around like a broken puppet until one of the bullets caught her right between the eyes.
    The rest happened in slow motion. Lonnie’s eyes locked onto hers. He could have sworn her beautiful, brown, completely human eyes met his with tears in them before she fell to the ground and lay closed forever. He heaved great breaths that rattled his cheeks. He could barely see through the river of tears that poured from his eyes.
                  “Got her! I got the devil-bitch!” Buddy exclaimed with the rifle rested in both his hands. “Goddammit, son, you just can’t keep a woman alive, can you?” He laughed and shifted the gun so it rested against his shoulder like toy soldier.
                  Lonnie’s brain didn’t register a single word his father said. His hearing was dulled by the rage that built up inside him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Amy’s bloodied, bullet-ridden body. All