Posted on another blog previously. I feel it fits better here.
She surveys the destruction around her without comment. Broken chairs and tables. Bloodied shards of glass strewn about the floor. Her lethal fingernails scrape along the table as she examines the scars in the wood; allowing her finger to trace a deep gouge running the length of the table. The lights flicker, winking a steady rhythm. A broken pipe, half-heartedly spurts water fountaining up and onto the floor. It travels down a natural dip in the flooring to pool at the center of the room. She steps over it easily, her long stride keeping the water from touching her boots.
The woman pulls her cloak tighter around herself, the hood hidden behind dark tresses. She chuckles softly as she wends through the debris; her black boots making sharp clicking noises with every step. She purposely crushes broken glass; a feeling of satisfaction fills her. Only for a moment though.
Crossing to the far side of the room, the heavy wooden door stands partially opened, beckoning her forward, seductively. As she nears she can see further beyond the door. Her steps slow. Her mouth opens slightly, an almost gasp of shock? Surprise? Pleasure? Her nostrils flare as a fetid odor assails them. Worse than she expected, yet she’s secretly pleased.
Anticipation at an end, she pushes the door open wide. She hears a gasp come from the room and readies herself for the unexpected. Bodies lay strewn about, limbs torn off and half eaten. The smell threatens to gag her even as her smile widens. Tattered curtains which once adorned an outer room had been liberated and made into a moth-eaten table cloth. A few tin plates rest on the table, surrounding a centerpiece of stacked human skulls staring blankly in various contortions of horror.
Her survey of the room almost complete as her eye lock on the object of the only other noise in the room. A human male, still living. By the looks of him he hid under the rapidly falling bodies during the carnage. His eyes are haunted. Sunken and lined with dark circles. He hugs his knees tightly to his bony chest as he rocks slowly, steadily back and forth, moaning softly.
“I see they saved me one,” she says finally, reaching out to close the door. She smirks slightly as he whimpers at her words. “They know I love a coward.”
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