Julia counted fourteen dead. She tore into the throat of a man writhing in pain, silencing him entirely… That makes fifteen.
There were pools of blood everywhere and splatter throughout. While most of the spray came from slashing or blunt force trauma, shaking her head while biting into a chest cavity managed to paint the twelve-foot ceilings red.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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