Evelyn's p.o.v.
The room feels bigger than before, or maybe it's because I'm so desperate to run out of here. Smell of blood and rotten flesh started to stink around me...it reminded me of the memories I always ran away from. I am still running.
Seeing these dead bodies...the wide-open eyes, numb parted lips, something surf-like coming out from their mouth and tainting the rich red carpet—this ugliness. It reminds me of my mother.
I was locked with her dead body for days. I treated her, I tried to feed her...I tried to wipe that yellow puke stinking her mouth. I didn't remember her face after that. She was so beautiful, but now when I think about her...all I see is an ugly pale face and dead blue eyes, identical to these countless half-turned wolves dying on the ground.
I want to ge
