Sẽ không quan trọng nếu chúng bị trầy xước hay không, “anh nói, giọng anh như chất lỏng.” Tôi bị cắn trong khi trốn khỏi nhà. “Các chi của tôi yếu đi, mọi thứ bên trong tôi gập lại. đã chết, “anh nói, mở mắt ra.
It wouldn’t have mattered if they were scratches or not,” he says, his voice like liquid. “I was bitten during the escape from the house.” My limbs go weak, everything inside me folding in collapsing on itself.”I was already dead,” he says, opening his eyes.
Carrie Ryan, The Forest of Hands and Teeth