Her face was ashen—pale and white as she stared into the air around her like she had suddenly been tossed into a dream. One that was clearly her worst nightmare.
Her heart, which had simply been panicked but steady before, slowly began to race in a way that made it hard for her to breathe as she stared down at the strewn body in front of her. It was wearing her mom's clothes—but clearly missing a head.
It was graphic. Stomach-inducing. Gut-wrenching. Yet she couldn't look away.
It wasn't until she heard another scream—one that jarred her out of the reality she had been stuck in—that she snapped back to life, just in time to watch Mariana dash in and fall to the ground before she could take another step.
Her leg had been torn off.
She screamed, her eyes fixed on Maria—at least the one eye that wasn't completely covered in blood and which could still see.
