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The woman was definitely dead. Mark knew a deceased person when he saw one. Her eyes were open, but they stared at nothing, looking just as blank as his sister’s dolls’ eyes. He knew she had died screaming. Her mouth was open. He had watched enough cop shows to know death when he came across it. And she was dead. Gone.
Mark backed away, keeping his eyes on the woman, although she was dead and could not come after him, he was not taking any chances. He had seen enough zombie shows to know she could get up at any time with her flesh sagging, her arms outstretched like antlers, and come after him. He pulled his phone from his pocket, snapped a picture. No one in school would believe him without proof. Then he dialed nine-one-one.