𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
"DAMN IT!" I roared.
The catacombs shook, quaking enough for the packed ancient earth to loosen and rain over me. The skulls stared back, no longer able to scream like they had centuries ago.
I reached out, brushing the sand off a dry femur jutting from the remains. Shuddering as I made contact, my head flooded with visions of cleaved bodies, spilling organs, and gushing blood.
"General, please—" Helpless eyes fixed on me as the human drilled him with silver bullets.
I was wading through a sea of blood and corpses. Bodies turned over on the murky surface, their unfocused, lost eyes regarding me.
A bellow ripped past my throat, sweat drenching my clothes.
I came back to myself—my eyes following the long path of horror and decay—reminding myself that humans had done this.
