Chapter 51
BRAX What a f*****g mess. Blood is splattered across most of the room like a Jackson Pollock painting. Bits of flesh and bone decorate the floor while a severed leg lies abandoned in a puddle of red. The smell of rust permeates the air and fills my nose with the unpleasant scent. The carpeting is ruined not only with blood but torn to shreds by massive claws. Some of the holes reach so deep the subfloor is exposed and splintered. A pool of blood slowly grows underneath a quivering Wilder. The large amount of body fluid would be alarming if he wasn’t a supernatural being with accelerated healing. I crouch beside him to inspect his prone figure. He appears mostly intact except for the one mangled leg. “Hey dipshit, you alive?” “Yeah, you f*****g asshole and no thanks to you,” the redh
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