Without ease, I get up on my fours again, with pain shooting from multiple spots in my body and I limp away from the black tar mess, squishing Alyonna to the ground made. It was a miracle I survived, but the sight of the disfigured woman lying on the ground, staining the ice black, the bones pocking through and everything made me gag and look away. Bad choice... because as I turn my body, the sound of grinding bones coming together, a muffled yell and hiss sounds fill the emptiness of the garden and when I look back again, she's there again. There are countless cracks on the surface of her skin, her eyes are pitch black and from every crack, tar like blood is dripping slowly, while her body contorts and repositions itself.
I think this is even more disturbing than the earlier sight of her
