They didn’t know the ghouls would be there.

Just two young lovers. Looking for some intimacy, some privacy. He knew a spot just past the walls by the graves; he said they were safe. She believed him.

The adrenaline’s rushing, lungs bursting, escaping from the ghouls’ clutches.

He didn’t look back. If he did, he would’ve seen her lying on the ground, tripping on the way. She cried out for him but watched him run away.

The screaming stopped, and her heart ripped out. Not by the ghouls feasting on her — but from watching her first love keep running away.