Felix watched as his own pale fingers twitched uncontrollably. Even he was starting to feel a bit nauseous- and he didn't even have to handle the body.
Lewis. His name's Lewis.
He buried his face in his hands. Struggling to ground himself, he didn't know what was real. Not in an 'am I dreaming?' Sort of way- it was as if he could hear everything around him, and yet he struggled to listen to it. Aware of the sharp scent of blood but was unable to smell it.
Both Andrea and Marcus had failed to cease their sobbing, though Felix could tell Andrea was trying her best to restrain her tears. Maxine had excused herself to the garage to find a shovel.
Everything seemed hazy. Fuzzy. Rushed. If Felix closed his eyes, he could imagine the next room empty, clean, his friends crying over something... normal.
God, he hated himself.
"No, you need to stay sat down until we can get something for your rib." Andrea squeaked, coaxing Felix back down to his slouching position on the dining room table.
He sighed. From here, maybe... one or two visible dark crimson splatters could be seen. A subtle reminder of the slaughter of a friend. Of a friend.
The throbbing of his gut matched the ringing in his ears.
The stench became overpowering, and Felix was struggling to breathe again.
How many times would this happen, over and over? Someone else, pumped with adrenaline and having their limbs sliced off in a rage-drunken fury?
The redhead lifted a hand to his face. He was trembling. Absorbed in his own thoughts, told not to move while the others scrambled around him with barely any lead- it was unbearable.
The ringing in his ears matched the thumping in his head.
A few more blinks and Maxine was before him, shovel in hand. She was prepared, standing confidently, gripping the handle tightly. Felix felt himself grimace inwardly, throat burning with a new hatred for her. Or maybe from the stomach acid threatening to spill from his mouth. He gagged a little.
Everything was double. Was he passing out too?
It was becoming redundant. Crying. Nausea. Exhaustion. Fear.
And it was starting to hit him again.
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Birthmarks and Bruises
Gizem / Gerilim"X marks the spot." The town has suddenly become barren, infected with either demonic monsters who take the faces of people they've killed, or innocent citizens pushed to the brink of insanity. Felix, an optimistic redhead with good intentions and...
