The stench of fresh blood filled the night air.
The scattered insides of her friends were lying all over the blood splashed ground.
The Hunter pulled her by her hair.
She could see the intestines of the girl she was running with still tremble from reflex. Her brain thrown in another direction with the chopped skull, slit apart.
It used to make her sick.
The loss.
The gore.
Not anymore.
She was used to seeing and being this way. So much so that her other herself too didn't churn at moments like this no longer.
The Hunter threw her face down. Her head bumped on a huge boulder and almost cracked open.
She laughed.
A crackle. Louder it went by intensity as the Hunter kept repeating his game.
Zonish could feel the other her sweeping across her senses. But she wanted to k
