Playing Dead I see a stream of blood is running under the chair as I lie in the floor. My ears hurt from my hands pressing against them. Trying desperately to keep the screams out. But all that does is muffle the horror. My stomach grows warm and wet from the blood pooling up beneath me. I grunt as I struggle to move over but the dead bodies piled on makes it hard. I finally give up and feel the blood surround me. I fight the urge to vomit. I lose a bit of the battle as hot vile tasting fluid gushes into my mouth. With effort I swallow it back. My head is swimming. I hear a wet thud to my left. Without turning my head I struggle to look. I see Kendra