After the chuckles died down, it was time to get down to business.
“You’ve been busy,” Marc remarked, after counting twenty-one dead ghouls.
His vampiric vision in darkened spaces meant he could only make out the outlines. That was enough for him to notice a ghoul moving its arm as though slowly trying to drag itself to safety.
Marc took aim and fired, sending a splatter of black ooze and brain matter onto the ground. The arm settled, catching everyone else by surprise.
“I recommend headshots next time,” Marc said. “These are not the brightest of creatures, but many animals know how to play dead.”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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