The cemetery wind reeked of blood and ashes.
Richard Wilson's headlights cut through the disorder like a sword.
The crowd recoiled like a retreating tide, screams filling the air as they cleared a path.
Everyone knew the name of this devil. His methods were even more ruthless than Jeffery's.
He never killed anyone directly, but he made those who crossed him wish they were dead.
His voice wasn't loud, but every word came out frozen.
"Cut the tendons in their hands and feet. Send them to the quarantine station. Use them for flea breeding experiments."
The crowd instantly dropped to their knees, wails and pleas tearing through the air, and someone soiled themselves on the spot.
But none of that noise reached my ears anymore.
Just before darkness swallowed my vision completely, I felt
