CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: She’s Not

“K-Kate...” I said under my audible breath.

She smelt awfully damp. Her sloughing skin wrinkled and was icy pale. Her lips were chapped and purpled. Her brow angled ferociously framing her glaring eyes. The corner of her lips elongated a smile up to her ears. The skin over her lips created visible cracks due to the movement when she grinned. Her body snappily turned to me and her hands pressed tightly against my throat. She was laughing in satisfaction with pursed smiling lips.

“K-Kate...” I groaned and wrapped my hands around her wrist. I tried pulling it away but my hand kept on slipping off her slimmy rotten flesh.

I held in her arms putting all my weight and kicked her chest as hard as I could. Her arm snapped off her body that floats on the surface meters away. Her body sinked but her hand kept intact on my neck. I grabbed her fingers twisting them off my throat and threw her pair of hands away. Both landed on the tiles out of the pool area.

I turned around when I felt someone