Night of the Dead
As you say this the girl rolls her eye, but a ghost of a grin tugs at her lips. You suddenly realized as she grinned, that she looked faintly familiar to someone...someone...
Why can't you remember?
But that wasn't much of an importance now, you have to know what's going on and why she said you were...dead.
"...How can I..be dead?" you ask uncertainly, your mouth dry and raspy,"Ah...,"
"I'm Sophie, daughter of Mr. Hunter," she says, her voice a little friendlier. Your mind reels for a second, finding that were your name should be was empty. After a few seconds of panic, it resurfaced, and relieved you responded,
Why can't you remember?
But that wasn't much of an importance now, you have to know what's going on and why she said you were...dead.
"...How can I..be dead?" you ask uncertainly, your mouth dry and raspy,"Ah...,"
"I'm Sophie, daughter of Mr. Hunter," she says, her voice a little friendlier. Your mind reels for a second, finding that were your name should be was empty. After a few seconds of panic, it resurfaced, and relieved you responded,