Corpse Girl resisting Agent Smith

I gestured with my hand. “Could you come here?”
The Corpse Girl started moving again. She took a few more steps, then stopped again. She looked at me. “Did you do this?”
“Of course not,” I said. “Could you come over and help me, please?”
That was enough. She walked over next to me and I pointed at one of the blankets. “Don’t you want to take a nap? You can sleep on St. George’s other side, if you like.”
She blinked and trembled for a moment.
“Don’t you want to go to sleep?” I asked her again.
Her eyelids drooped down, sagged lower and lower, and then snapped open. She glared at me. It was kind of eerie with the dead eyes.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 573-574
Peter Clines
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