Are you afraid of Jack mommy?

After sixteen years;

Maggie's point of view:

I ran. Quickly. From one room to another. I couldn't breathe they were everywhere. I thought maybe I could run through a window and stepped by it. I looked through it when suddenly I saw a pale with long fangs zombies near my trash. He stopped for a second and then ran with huge speed into me. Others joined him too, they broke a window. Their pale, dirty, dead, and cold hands tried to touch me. But I stepped away just in a time, one of them only destroyed my sleeve, not my shoulder. But It almost had me. Others were standing by my broken doors. I only saw their hands through sticks, they tried to reach me too around their nails was blood some of their nails weren't in their place, some hadn't one eye or leg, those who were weak and couldn't move those were eaten by stronger zombies with their wide-open mouths.

Their nails were longer which were scratching the wall and everything that had held me away from them. Their