[ EU ] [ CW ] Write a scene from Game of Thrones as if it took place in neighboring trailer parks in Florida

Part 1: 
 
 By the seventh day the body had filled the entire row of homes with the smell of corruption. 
 
 Neveah Jackson pressed her head against the door as she turned the latch. It was broken, and as the auburn haired child turned it the screech seemed to her loud enough to wake the dead. She lifted her head back and tried to open the door as quietly as possible, but it was hard to do for a girl of seven. She found she had to reach up to do so. 
 
 The rank air of the inside of the trailer hit her with almost physical force. She lost the grip of the latch and fell backwards into the mud. The door swung open and the full strength of the corrupted and rotting body strew out into the ether, as a prelude to the horror of what Neveah now saw. 
 
 It was a woman of about ten and seven, her damaged and impossibly long dyed silver hair revealing four inches of roots. Her bones protruded from rotting skin, her lips and nose seemed to be peeled off like a mask, revealing the skull hidden inside. The rotted wrist of the corpse was chained to a radiator, the remaining skin blackened and bruise where it had not rotted away. 
 
 Neveah felt wetness on her face, and between her legs. She realized she was crying and had soiled herself. A hand came up from behind her and snatched her backwards. Shocked, she looked up- it was her mother. 
 
 `` Neveah, stop screaming'' and it was n't until she closed her mouth that she realized she had been screaming. 
 
 That night she buried her face in her mother's breast. Her mother told her to forget everything and fall asleep. She tried not to that night- she could n't bear the thought of dreaming of what she had seen that day. 
 
 Neveah woke the next morning to the feeling of wetness between her legs. The pain in her wrist was sharper this morning, and her arm felt like that of a leper. She brushed away her damaged and brittle hair from her arm. Its length showed still her auburn roots. She saw her arm looked as leprous as it felt.
