"An owl wails. The quiet night listens. Ron sits under a still, old pine in the darkness. Another wail tears into the air and Ron droops; a tear drops after another. Angela..."
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"Slouching against the edge of a sofa, Howard looks around the packed living room. More life filled their "dance floor" some hours ago... Now, they snore, sprawled across the carpeted floor..."
"Living Dead. Corpses breathed. (2 words). Bitter Irony. Breaking meant..."