You were dear friends with miss Mayberry because you were every teachers dream student

Some said she cared for you more than you more than your husband

You died years after her death

It was a bright light then…

You woke up in hell

It’s a blur but you can remember why you’re here, cannibalism

You had pure black eyes and sharp teeth, your skin was cold and pale

Rosie, kind and motherly the leader of the cannibals, reached out to you but you ignore it, looking around

You see someone who looks like your good friend Mayberry

You run up to her, smiling with your threatening sharp teeth

She looks to you

“Who are you?!” She glares

You stare at that once kind teacher in shock

“Speak up now, cannibal” She grunts at you

You just stood there, shook

She scoffs “cannibals”

Miss Mayberry starts walking off