I first laid eyes on her
when she ran across that field,
as if for her life.
The moon full and yellow.
Barefoot,
she couldn't recall when she lost her heels.
Delicate tears and an expression of horror.
Golden hair flowing behind her, just out of reach...

...Just out of reach of the horde of undead, grasping, clawing, desperately for her flesh.

I was hers.