As the footsteps draw nearer

The faint humming reaches the guards’ ears

A woman with purple hair and round sunglasses

As the guards of the base ready themselves

And prepare to take orders

The next thing they know

They lie on the ground

Lifeless

The intruder’s eyes shine menacingly purple

As she leaves a trace of dark blood petals

Under the fallen guards’ heads

“If you see me alive in this state

I must make sure that you never speak of it

The Dead can’t speak, after all.”