He had me alright. Holed up in that closet sobbing quietly in fear I heard only the silence, then someone moving around quietly opening doors and drawers. It didn’t sound like mom or dad, and even so, I would have stayed in that closet out of fear. Suddenly the door swung outward and I stumbled out into the light. The memory of it was a tornado of flying shadows and grabbing claws, and then I looked past my fear and Porter stood there as surprised as I was. He set down his bag and a bloody machete and coaxed me gently into his arms. – My Sweet Infected, Chapter 4
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