The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley [TESTED]

"We are the only real people left," she said. "Everyone else is just set dressing. Meat. You understand?"

The demon in the vents watched them go. And for the first time in a long, long time, it smiled too.

"If we go out there," she said, "and it's just more of the same—more people who want to put us in boxes—promise me something." the coffin of andy and leyley

Leyley set the knife down. For once, she didn't have a clever, cutting remark. She just took his hand and pressed it flat against her own chest, over her heart. It was beating too fast.

That made her open her eyes. Two dark voids in a pale face. "Where would we go? The world out there put us in this box, Andy. This coffin of an apartment. Why would we leave?" "We are the only real people left," she said

The door to the apartment was still chained. The landlord's body had been gone for three days—they'd shoved it down the garbage chute in pieces, working in silent tandem like a two-headed animal. No one had come looking. No one ever did.

"You're staring again," Leyley mumbled, not opening her eyes. You understand

Leyley's expression didn't change, but the air got colder. "Mom's dead."