(I was running around my place furiously looking for something I once wrote that really frightened me at the time. It was supposed to be for someone, but it came out really cold. Found it.)
But she only got as far as the door. Familiar shivers paralysed every bone in her body until she was numb. Legs tingled and carried her back out into the lifeless street. If only there was some sound... some noise that distracted her wandering mind. She gently sung (gently? crooned?) old corny pop songs to the trees that glistened with snow. Why did everything seem so... foreign? Even the crunching under her feet felt different. She stopped and stooped and made sure her toes were alive. They were. As a child, she would often escape outside and run as fast and far as she could until the whole world was (behind her?) unrecognisable, and she would find a new way home. Back then her mind wasn't limited by reason, and she believed that she would explore the world this way. Now she was convinced that the people she knew were forever asleep, clutching their blue flesh.
Everything around her hung limp, motionless, passing through her trembling stare, framed by the deserted streets that passed like the breeze. She would find others, she would find a way out.
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