She burst through the door, the building alarm blaring in my ears. Her blue eyes were almost purple as they swam with blood. She turned to me with teeth readied for the kill. Her hair sprayed around her in crackles of black.
I cowered back in the alcove, hearing the silly girl in the other recess whimper as Kelis got closer. Overcome with rage, she didn’t seem to recognise me. But she had the disease that we’d been fighting. Her flesh had been tainted by that which is undead… but she did not have their mindless taste for human.
Intelligence still flickered, angry and vengeful, in her eyes and it was to this that I implored. “Please! I don’t want to die!”