Rollin peeked from around the barrier, to spot bits of gore drip from the ceiling over the VR couch back onto C’s body. Blood painted the walls red, dripping into a puddle on the deck. C’s legs twitched as his body figured out he was dead.
“Is he?” Mal asked her eyes closed.
The woman’s squeamishness surprised Rollin. As a tech, she should have seen the worst crime scenes imaginable. A little splattered brain matter shouldn’t have even registered in the top hundred goriest ways to die. “Yeah, I think that a head explosion is fatal… You ever see a spike from the core explode a head like that?”
“No…” The woman turned away from the curtain and the body beyond, Rollin assumed to distance herself from the sound of squishy bits dripping to the puddle growing on the deck plates. “Seems a littl
