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It hit him like the nails that got driven into his hands. Blood on the floor and wall, a low drip sound reaches his ears. Two dead women lie unmoving, with one missing an arm.
Blake’s body becomes numb, when he sees Miles holding a bloody arm, the skin exposed, and sinks his teeth into it.
A sick rip sound and to witness red flesh get torn away in chunks and strings is too much for his stomach. He manages to lean into the hallway and vomits onto the carpet.
Why am I stuck with this monster?