Bits 'n' pieces

1: I turn away, my body shaking. A huge wave of bitter, persistent sorrow envelops me and I fall to the floor, tears of my friends' blood pouring from my bloodshot, puffy eyes.

2: I cannot ignore the immense sense of foreboding I feel. I grip my pistol tightly in white-knuckled, sweaty-palmed hands. I round the corner. And the pale, disembodied, rotten figure gropes towards me at a horrifying speed. I cannot escape.

3: I feel an incredible sense of calm as I raise the gun. I don't think of anything else. Then, I pull the trigger.
A flash, a bang. Another traitor disposed of.

4: I plunge my hand into the wound, soft, warm, sticky blood coating my trembling hands. I find the heart, and pull. A sound of ripping. A scream. I hold the heart up, still beating. Silence.

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