The female nurse who recently walked into the stockroom was browsing over the shelves, looking for something, when she heard heavy breathing coming from one of the storage racks in the far corner of the room.

She carefully walked around the corner of the racks and noticed a familiar garment and a familiar face. Although the man had a sloppy appearance, she was able to recognize him since he happened to be a nurse from the same department as her, whom she had a tremendous crush on. She tapped him on the shoulder, asking if he was okay.
The male nurse suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and thrust her against the wall, pinning her. She grunted in pain and was taken aback as she looked into his angry eyes. He was sweating a lot, and saliva was dripping down from the corners of his mouth.
Given her intense attraction to him, the female nurse assumed he had the anticipation of pleasure towards her as well. She stared at him and attempted to strike up a conversation while the male nurse was putting in every effort to keep his sanity intact at all costs.
When the male nurse took advantage of the opportunity to leave the woman alone while he still had the chance, the female nurse stopped him by pulling his sleeves and telling him it was okay. She caressed his face and ran a finger across his lips, desiring to have a taste of it for a long time. The male nurse gently held her hand and sniffed it before nibbling her finger lightly, causing a small amount of blood to ooze from it.
The female nurse raised the corner of her lip and began to unbutton her top. She took the arm of the nurse, allowing him to place his hand over her body while she let him take care of the rest of the work. As the male nurse attempted to calm himself down, he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, but no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer fight the urge. The female nurse chuckled as she carefully moved her face closer to him before pressing her lips against his.
The male nurse gently sniffed her while the female nurse guided his fingertips, tracing the length of her neck down to her abdomen. When the sun began to set beyond the horizon, the male nurse opened his terrifying eyes. He pressed his lips into hers, reaching for her tongue inside her mouth. His eyes became red before turning dark, and he stopped his fingers all the way down to her lower belly button.
The female nurse moaned in pain as he slowly carved his nail into her skin. She tried pushing him away out of agony, but he was far too strong for her.
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The youngster and her mother were on their way home when they went by the park, right after receiving the vaccination. She cheerfully hummed as she skipped around with her zombie cat plush in her hands.
“Mom, I want an ice cream.” The ten-year-old child pointed out the ice cream vendor.
“All right, I’ll go and get you one. Wait here.” The mother helped her daughter take a seat on the bench and turned her back to buy some ice cream.
The child’s eyes were drawn to a swallowtail when it passed right in front of her.
“Hmm? Whoa!” exclaimed the child, completely enthralled.
“One scoop of choco-vanilla ice cream in a cup strewn with sprinkles, please,” the mother ordered and looked for her wallet inside her bag.
The child leaped off the bench following the swallowtail while the mother exchanged words with the ice cream vendor, talking about her being afraid of injections and her daughter receiving her immunization shot.
A minute later, the child came to a complete stop when the butterfly landed on a piece of cloudberry. She kept her distance from the butterfly and approached it as discreetly as she could.
She stomped her feet off the ground, but the butterfly managed to escape from her grasp after falling face-first on the ground.
The youngster groaned as she hoisted herself in a sitting position. She brushed off the dirt from her hands and found a dark red bead among the cloudberries just a few inches from where she was sitting. She reached for the bead and took it with a strange expression on her face.
The child examined the bead and whiffed it, wondering if it was edible. She placed it inside her mouth, trying to eat it but couldn’t chew it. She spat out the bead and displayed a disgusted look on her face. Her eyebrows lowered, wrinkling on the side and bridge of the nose, and she poked her tongue out as the bead tasted gross.
The red bead then flickered a dull light.
Her eyes glowed and darkened, changing the color of her iris to a bloody red, and her face was devoid of any facial emotion at all.
“Bella?” Bella’s mother was stunned when she turned around and saw only the zombie cat plush on the seat where she had dropped Bella off.
The woman gasped as she picked the plush. “BELLA?!” She examined the plush to see whether it belonged to her daughter, Bella.
“BELLA?!!” she called once more, her eyes darting left and right. “BELLAAA???” she exclaimed repeatedly.
Bella’s mother eyed every child near her trying to spy on her daughter, but she couldn’t spy her child in any of them.
“Excuse me, have you seen this child?” She went around the park showing Bella’s photo to random people, asking if they had seen her child.
None of them have seen Bella until one man stated, “I think I saw her that way.” The man pointed his arm in the opposite direction.
Bella’s mother went to the way where the man had pointed out. It was a little further away from where the park is.
Her feet led her to the wild. She was hesitant, but when she sighted someone at a distance, she yelled, “For goodness sake! BELLA!” she gasped when she found her daughter at a distance from where she was, sitting in a swampy place without trees full of cloudberries.
“BELLA!” she called once again.
Bella snapped a few more seconds of not responding, nictitating her eyelids.
“Huh?” Bella has no idea what just happened. She turned her head to face her mother, who kept calling her name and running towards her before returning her gaze back to the bead, still looking perplexed.
The bead stopped flickering.
“What in the world are you doing?” Bella’s mother asked, her brows furrowed as she tried to keep the mosquitoes away from her face.
“Your ice cream is starting to melt. Come here.” She lowered her voice and beckoned Bella to grab the cup of ice cream in her other hand.
Bella rose to her feet, dusted her clothes, and tucked the bead inside her pocket, still looking perplexed.
She then shrugs her shoulders, giving the never mind expression before taking the cup of ice cream from her mother’s hand.
“Are you okay?” asked her mom, caressing her daughter’s head as they walked their way out of the wild.
“I am,” Bella replied and scooped a spoon full of ice cream in her mouth.