Grieve for the Past Author:Stanton Forbes Blood was everywhere, even as my feet took two steps nearer, my eyes, my nose told me to stop. My mouth opened to release sounds. — The thing in the doorway was a man, the thing in the doorway was Hershel. The thing in the doorway was blood covered. The thing in the doorway was horrow. I Screamed every running step through the field even though i... more » thought i had no breath left for screaming.« less