Things can always get worse, just remember that. I looked down at the blood staining my hands, filling the air with the smell of death. I could feel his eyes locked onto me, It doesn’t take a genius to know there is horror seeping from the pores of his very being. I glance up and back away, my hands at my sides, blood soaking into my clothes.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” We lock eyes for a brief second before I turn and disappear into the darkness.
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