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I can make this entire part:

Kimberly was only twenty-one but she had seen things and experienced pain that no one should ever have to. She remembered when it had happened, there was no way she could ever forget it. Her sister, Elise, came home early from work. Kimberly heard her purse fall to the ground and rose from her usual spot on the couch as Elise's keys scattered across the kitchen floor. She felt a sudden unsettling feeling inside of her. Kimberly knew it was unusual for her sister to be home early, it made her believe that something was wrong. Something was wrong. She entered to kitchen to find her sister clutching her left hand with a look of pain on her face. Blood rushed enthusiastically from her wound.

"Elise? What happened?!" she cried and moved towards her sister to help.

"Kimberly, get upstairs! Hide in the attic!" she sobbed.

"You're hurt! What happened? Tell me please!" Kimberly reached out to take a look at her sister's hand.

"No, there isn't any time! Go in to the attic!" she pulled her bleeding hand away from Kimberly's view.

Kimberly watched her feeling as if she had swallowed her ability to speak. She knew something was terribly wrong. Elise had never spoken to her like this before.

That's when they began to swarm around the front door and windows, violently smudging them with filth. Kimberly watched as more appeared. Her eyes grew wide. They slammed against the door making it tremble. She couldn't breath. She didn't know what they were. They were not human. They couldn't be. Finally the door came crashing down. They rushed into the kitchen. Others broke the windows shredding their rotten flesh. They moaned. They were hungry. Kimberly screamed, her throat began to burn. She rushed up the stairs before she witnessed her sister's death. Her hands trembled as she took a string in to her hands. She pulled. The attic's stairs fell down. She could hear the stairs creaking. Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest. Their awful stench filled her nostrils. Kimberly climbed up the stairs and in to the attic. Her hands gripped the stairs and brought them up. She could hear them below her. They wanted her. It took three long hours for Elise to rise from the dead. When she did she screamed for her sister. Kimberly began to sob.

The attic was low and narrow, it wasn't much of an attic. Though that's what they had called it all these years. It was more of a crawl space. Kimberly remained in the cramped space for what seemed like forever. She hoped that someone would find her. Once realizing that there was a slim chance of that happening she began to imagine various escape plans. Occasionally she would drift to the window at the front of the house and would look out. For hours she watched the number of the undead grow around her farm house. The overpowering stench from them made her sick and nauseous. Kimberly wanted to open the window and scream at them for trespassing. The thought of that made her laugh. Her eyes fell on to her car, she imagined how she could reach it. She imagined how wonderful the roar of its engine would be.

Days passed and she had remained in the attic. Kimberly reached for the window and unlocked it. Her heart pounded in her chest. What if I don't make it?, she thought. The cold glass slipped upwards quietly. She was going to get to her car, she played with her keys in her pocket. She had to try. She couldn't stand another day sitting and waiting for death. She silently began to climb out of the window. All she remembered was running as fast as she could, she felt her heart beating faster than it ever had. As she ran she could hear them coming after her. Thankfully they were much slower. Her hands shook as she unlocked the door. Her stomach was in knots. When she pulled the front door of her car open and climbed in she felt as if she was in a dream. She began to cry hysterically when she started the engine. Then she left, she didn't look back.

Apart of another chapter. - nods -
Further in the book.