The Unthinkable.

1. Bloodbath.

09:59. Seoul, South Korea.

She was a woman of importance; her red nails matching her lipstick, her purse matching her earrings, her hair curled neatly. Her crisp white blazer and pencil skirt were well-ironed, not a wrinkle in sight. Everything about her was meticulously kept. Perfected.
She passed through the revolving doors of the skyscraper, making her way to the elevator. Her strides were confident and purposeful, her fierce expression driving fear into the hearts of the surrounding pathetic businessmen.
She stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for floor thirteen, and stood back. There was only one other person in the lift. They exchanged quick smiles but no words.
The elevator dinged upon reaching the woman's floor. The stranger stepped out and walked down the corridor, but the woman did not.
The elevator doors slid open on floor nine, striking horror into the people waiting below.
The body of the woman was propped up against the hand-rail, the walls painted with her blood. Her immaculate shirt had been torn apart and was barely hanging onto her torso. Deep gashes had been carved into her flesh, and there was a deep hole in her chest, which was missing it's heart.

20:01. New York, America.

The ageing man trudged down the pavement, on his way to his shift at the local bar. He was already half an hour late, so he didn't really care about taking another fifteen minutes. He ran his hands through his thin, greying hair and adjusted his belt. He lit himself a cigarette and took a moment to stare at the bare skin on his ring-finger. It used to be home to a minimalist gold ring, up until the woman he so dearly loved fell into the clutches of an affair. He continued on his way, stopping every so often to drink in the lively atmosphere of the bustling street. There were hoards of young men and women heading to the pub for drinks with their friends. He reminisced the days where he could call up his boys and go for a few pints, but those days were long gone.
Many times he thought about taking his own life, surrounded by a constant dreariness that seemed to emanate from his very being. He turned the corner, barely ten steps from the door of his workplace, when he stopped in his tracks.
He never made it to his shift.
He was discovered by a young male worker, headfirst in a waste disposal around the back of the bar. His belt had been tied around his neck, leaving deep bruises of violet and black. His corpse was otherwise unscathed, minus the gaping chunk that was absent from his chest.

01:00. Dublin, Ireland.

A pretty pair they were, a young man and his girlfriend. She had the most enticing chocolate brown eyes that he adored, and hair that was cropped short and messily. She had grown to find peace in his gap-toothed grin and his dimpled cheeks which were sprinkled with freckles.
They strolled through St. Stephen's Green, drinking cups of bubble tea and talking about how their weeks had been. The girl was babbling about her friend who she'd stopped talking to over a petty dispute, when she realised her boyfriend was no longer by her side. His plastic cup had been dropped, his drink spilling over the ground. His name was her final word.
The bodies of the beautiful couple were uncovered in a bush by a group of teenagers with spiked hair and leather jackets. Their hands were interlocked, but their eyes which had previously held so much life, were now dull and glassy. The leaves were spattered with their blood, the man's toothy smile now missing several teeth. The most disturbing aspect of the sight to the punks was that both of their hearts had been cut out.

00:07. Canberra, Australia.

The seventeen year-old's hair was blown by the night breeze and she sat crouched on her windowsill. She shifted her weight slightly on her lean legs and slid carefully down the roof and with one swift hop, she was jogging down the street. Under the streetlights, her tanned skin appeared golden, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. On the corner, she spotted her two friends. She hurried over and was led into the forest, where they joined another group of intoxicated teens. Smoke filled her lungs and vodka burned the back of her throat as she rebelled against her strict parents. In her stupor, her lips sought out those belonging to one of her friends'. The kiss tasted of alcohol and cherry lip-balm. She ran her hands through her companion's locks, letting her hands wander down her body to feel her soft curves.
Her thoughts were obstructed by the copious amount of spirits she had consumed, but if they hadn't been, her mind would've been racing with passion, ecstasy, and exhilaration. Their lips broke apart and she stumbled away into a cluster of trees to squat and relieve herself.
Her friends didn't notice her missing.
The girl she had kissed went between the trees in an attempt to pee sneakily, but tripped over her lifeless form. Several people came running as the girl's blood-curdling screams rang out through the forest.
The golden-skinned, emerald-eyed girl was in pieces, her limbs spread out across the leaves that covered the dirt. The surrounding shrubbery was coated with dark blood, the beating muscle that had sat comfortably behind her rib cage long gone.

01:15. London, England.

A pale, scrawny teenager got to their feet, unaware of their surroundings. They struggled to remember the location or what had taken place. Glancing around, the kid was taken aback by the unexpected appearance of the bloodied corpse of a pregnant woman. There was a trail of blood leading from the woman, which was followed with by a terror-filled gaze. The trail ended at the feet of the shaking teenager. The kid stared at bloodstained hands, which were attached to trembling arms.
Terrified shrieks filled the air, and the kid ran for it. With no idea where the destination was, the teen's legs kept moving with as much speed as could be mustered. Trees passed by, along with buildings and cars and grumpy pedestrians. Cutting through alleyways and back-streets, the kid found a quiet road and collapsed at the doorway of a seemingly abandoned tattoo-parlour.