Blood and flesh erupted out of the neck like a fountain, resembling those old PC games where cutting the neck caused a blood fountain.
Only that… this was real life, no game.
Vyra and her teammates were the most affected by that gruesome death, their hands flying onto their mouths as they choked out a few sobs.
They wanted to hide the face from the view, cut off the vision and manic screams of their teammates who were still targeted… Yet, their bodies refused to move.
Their battle instincts refused to turn away from a monster that could spell their doom if he wished so.
Aaron, Claire and the rest winced at the sight, lowering their heads and refusing to watch the gruesome spectacle that the mimic partake into.
One by one, he walked among the frozen humans like a grim reaper.
