What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.
Have you ever had that feeling when you can’t stop smiling? Your heart pounds inside your chest. You try to stand, but your knees become weak. And then that Little Red-Haired Girl glances at you and all of life’s possibilities become so clear. And then you realize…she has no idea you’re alive
It has been confirmed that the bodies of the dead are being reactivated by a force as yet unknown. These reactivated bodies are weak and uncoordinated, but are capable of inflicting damage on people and on property.