The zombie girl hops right into the quicksand. When she does, she feels a strangely pleasant sensation from it. The quicksand felt like a mud bath...but it smelled horrible. As for what the stench was like exactly, she couldn't describe. Yet despite this, the zombie girl relaxes in the quicksand. Once she reaches her bellybutton, she suddenly gets a flashback.
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"Oh my...quicksand..." said a voice that was extremely familiar. It came from the zombie girl back when she was alive.
"Don't worry, Genevieve! I'll get you out of there!" The voice was from another girl around the sinking girl's age.
"But I don't want to leave yet! Let me stay!"
"Miss D'relutt'on, do you realize how dangerous that stuff is!?"
"Of course I do! But I have to do this!"
With that, Genevieve goes under...but resurfaces a few seconds later. "Got it!" Genevieve is holding a strange object.
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Genevieve...D'relutt'on...that's the zombie girl's name! She remembers now!
Before Genevieve can react to this realization, she notices a horrible smell...but not from herself or the quicksand. She turns to follow the smell and finds...a giant pile of dung on the other side of the bog. Could it hold more answers to Genevieve's past?
Right now, Genevieve is up to her chest in the quicksand bog. But what should she do now? The dung pile may hold more answers, but the quicksand is so inviting. She soon decides to...
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