Frank walked down the pitch black hallway towards the exit with his flashlight barely illuminating the darkness around him. He passed a pair of restrooms and turned around the last corner to see a single metal door at the end of the passage. It seems he had found his salvation... or did he? The door was intact... and also locked with a key that could be anywhere in the mall now, although it was most likely still on the corpse of one of the security guards. "No, damn it!" Frank cursed as he tried to get the door open. "I should have known it would be locked..." He said as he turned around to see someone walk around the corner. Its dark outline seemed feminine and it walked slowly as a sad moan escaped its lips. Frank shone his flashlight on it to see that it was indeed a young woman, a deceased one. She walked up to him with an expression that Frank could only interpret as sad/troubled and reached out as if she meant to hug him. In a panic Frank smacked her in the side of the head with his flashlight as he backed up against the door.
She fell to the ground, but quickly got back up with three red streams of blood running down her face. Two of which were coming from her despair-filled red eyes. Suddenly, her face twisted into an expression of pure rage as she let out a loud howling shriek. Frank covered his ears and dropped his flashlight as he put one of his hands on the door for support. Then, as quickly as it had started, the shriek stopped and her face returned to its sad state. This was all he could take, Frank wanted to get the hell away from this thing as quickly as he could. He ran back down the hall as best he could in the complete darkness and knocked aside a zombie as he stumbled past the two bathrooms where the Siren must have been hiding. A horde of level ones had been gathering near the entrance and Frank was having a little trouble getting back to the main hallway. That little became a lot real quick as another shriek echoed from down the hallway behind him. Frank fell to his knees as the zombies quickly surrounded him. He passed away before the poor undead girl could even finish her second song, a dirge of undiluted sadness that stopped humans in their tracks...
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