SHE WALKED TO THE KLIN ROOM DOOR WITH A GROWING PRICKLINESS ON THE BACK OF HER NECK. "OOH, NO, IT\'S BLOOD.".
THEN AS SHE REACHED INSIDE TO GENTLY TOUCH HER FACE, HOPING TO AWAKEN HER, HER HAND YIELDED A STICK MASS.
THERE WAS NO MOVEMENT, NO SIGN OF LIFE, BUT STILL SHE CALLED HER NAME
THIS TIME MORE QUIETLY.
SHE RAN OVER THE GIANT KLIM NUMBER 6 WHERE THE LEGS OF MARJORIE MILLER STUCK OUT AND THE HEAVY FOUR INCH THICK LID COVERED HER BACK AND HEAD.
A CRY CHOKED SOMEWHERE DEEP INSIDE HER THROAT.
SHE WALKED TO THE KLIN ROOM DOOR WITH A GROWING PRICKLINESS ON THE BACK OF HER NECK