Catherine stared at herself in the mirror. She was going out dancing tonight. Dancing. Her. It just seemed so unbelievable, but it was happening. She had felt so good lately, like she was a whole new person. Except the hunger. She had been so hungry lately. Well, it was really nothing to be concerned about.
She had been slightly freaked out when she heard what had gone down at the hospital. So many people dead and she had only missed it by only twenty-four hours. For once, she had been the lucky one.
A little girl’s squeal distracted her. Missy, her sister’s six-year-old was chasing the poor dog again. “What a cute little girl she is.” She thought to herself. “Why I could just eat her all up.“