"Kisses and kittens; Whiskers and mittens; Blood splattered faces; That's what I'm missin'" A giggle rang from the petite girl. The city was dark. After the Final Night a couple months earlier, the world's final black out, there wasn't much light after dusk, period. The world grew with an ominous threat that no one lived to tell about. You could hear the repeated breaking of the wind. "Teddy bears and candy canes; Lollipops and acid rain; Dolls and sugar sweets; Oh so much these mean to me" A nursery rhyme or horror film, whichever you prefer, echoed from the pink lips of the girl. Her weapon, a baseball bat covered in scraps of metal and razor blades, twirled in circles at her side. This serrated bat was all the companion she would ever need. 

     "Oh where are you?~" The female rang in a sing song voice, taking slow steps into an abandoned thrift store. Slowly she sniffed the air, her smell heightening from the pitch black darkness around her. "MMM! You smell delicious!" and low shallow breathing was heard from the left of her. Snapping her neck around with one swift motion, crunching and cracking audible. The store owner already knew it was over, not controlling his breathing anymore. "Ophelia Jhones" she whispered her name to her victim. The sound of wood on flesh rung throughout the building. More and more warm, crimson liquid splattered onto her pink and white dress, tattered and torn, and onto her white gas mask that she found near a paint store. The breathing stopped and Ophelia cured her hunger, ripping into the flesh with a small, black pocket knife. She peeled back the skin and ripped out flesh from the upper arm of her victim, her hands stained red now. "mmm..." She groaned in relief. "That hits the spot doesn't it Jes?" Ophelia smiled, referring to her bat, which she named. She picked it back up and headed up to the attic.

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