The man with the knife gave her an annoyed glare. "Looks like this bitch is just too easy. I guess rich folk don't have a sense of loyalty either. Fine, you'll just die like your parents then." He raised the weapon and placed it further in her throat, prodding the skin and producing fresh droplets of blood...only to put it away and grin suddenly.

"But first we're gonna have a little fun. Don't think you're getting off easy with us just killing you. You look eighteen to me..." Pulling her closer, the man breathed over the girl, his hot and rancid breath pouring over her face. "So boys, who wants to have her first?"

"Ooh, me! I haven't had a good one since the divorce."

"Wait your turn you damn fool! She has to be made tender."

"Heh, I can't wait to...what is that?"

The four men remained silent as their ears registered something else. Another sound besides the girl's quiet breathing. It was the sound of someone sniffing. And it was coming from the corpse. Perplexed, all four men turned their gazes over there, only to be startled by a most amazing and impossible sight.

The corpse was moving.