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BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - HORROR
Fifth in the series. It's short, but hopefully effective. Let me know...Zoe isn't the easiest character for me to write.
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Here we go again.
She pokes around her little spot in this darkness expecting to find wooden walls, but instead her 'coffin' has give.
Wait, this is different.
She's had this dream before. Buried alive, dying slowly as the oxygen runs out and the panic sets in, blah, blah, blah. It's almost become as regular an occurence to her as breathing.
Need to conserve my breath.
She doesn't really. She just needs to go through the motions, wake with a jerk, and it will all be over.
But what is that smell?
Suddenly it hits her.
It smells like...
She feels the area around her more carefully, and feels hard bone behind soft flesh. Then her hand comes into contact with what can only be a head of hair.
Oh God, this isn't a coffin around me...these are bodies!
Right on cue, the mass above her begins to press down.
Wake up, Zoe!
But her body doesn't respond, and the weight on her chest increases.
I can't die like this! I won't die like this!
She takes advantage of the little space she has left, and shifts the body above her so that it ends up underneath. Systematically, she begins to claw her way out of the pile. She struggles against the urge to retch as her fingers dig into the rotting flesh around her, and fights to breathe using the small amounts of air filtering through. She goes for what feels like hours...
How many can there be?
She knows that if she's fighting through the remains from the war that she'll be digging her way out for a long time. The thought causes her strength to begin to sap, and her efforts weaken.
I have to keep going!
But despite her brain's encouragement, her body has other plans. Suddenly a hand grabs hers, and pulls her out. She is weak, she is tired, but she is alive.
Wash wakes when he feels his wife struggling in the bed next to him. His face scrunches with worry, but he learned early on in their relationship that waking her too quickly is a bad idea. He waits until just the right moment, the point where her movements begin to slow, then eases his body next to hers.
He wraps his arms around her, and takes her hand in his. Instantly she relaxes, and her body slumps against his. He whispers sweet murmurs into her ear until her breathing is once again slow and steady.
He's never asked her what she dreams about. In all honesty, he doesn't want to know.
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