[Keep in mind this is the FIRST draft of the story. So pardon the mistakes or parts that really don't make much sense.]
“Hey Abby. Guess what.” She heard her roommate say after a small moment of silence, if you could really consider it silence with the constant humming of the AC system.
“Yes, Chris? What is it.” Abby was always nice to her roommate because she was actually quite fun to be around. If Abby had met Christine, Chris, under better circumstances, their friendship could have more potential than being forced to live together in a small square room.
“There’s a squirrel outside.” Chris smiled a big smile, a bright smile. She always smiled like this, like a child who had just opened a big Christmas present. Abby liked it because it showed that Chris was happy. Abby always enjoyed being around happy people. Turning towards the window, Abby got onto her knees causing the bed to creak even louder and leaned so she could look out the window. Her hands were placed on the bars over the window to keep her from falling forward. The sun shone through the glass and showed all of the dirt that had been missed whenever the window had been cleaned last, if it had ever been cleaned at all.
The squirrel was cute for a rodent with dark brown fur and an extremely bushy tail. Its tail was like a tidal wave behind it as it ran from spot to spot trying to find food. But there was something about the scene outside of their window that had Abby feeling a little uneasy. She had never been able to look at animals the same anymore after what had happened. The eyes of the squirrel reminded her of the eyes on the dog creature that had attacked her once upon a time. Watching the squirrel move sent chills up her spine. But there was something else about the view from their window but she couldn’t place what it was yet.
“Isn’t it cute.” Chris asked as she put her hands over her mouth trying to hold back her signature childish giggle. Abby had only really looked at the small animal for a few seconds before her attention was drawn to an old man standing on the sidewalk. He was facing the asylum and was staring at the grass that separated the concrete of the sidewalk from the brick of the building. The old man didn’t look like he was alive. He looked like he was a statue just standing there. Not breathing, no heart beat, dead.
Abby was so intent on watching the man that she hadn’t noticed when Chris had advanced towards her, her hand waving in front of her face. When the man looked up Abby fell backward and landed on her back on the floor. Chris laughed of course but Abby started to shake. It wasn’t the impact with the cold linoleum that had her body shaking; it was the look on the man’s face when he had looked at her, the color of his eyes. The image was now burned in her mind. When the man had looked up at her, his face was pale and wrinkly like she had expected but his eyes were black. They weren’t a dark shade of brown they were black. The whites of his eyes were completely gone. There had been dark rings around his eyes making them look like they had retracted into his skull. His mouth was hanging open, slack, saliva mixed with blood dripping from the corners of his lips.
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