------EDD POV-------
Tom was lying on the hallway floor,his guts and blood spilling out. He was dead. I just stared,feeling the vomit rise up in my throat. I couldn't stand the smell. It was pungent. Putrid. Disgusting.
But it was coming from my friend. Tord turned to me,blood dripping from his teeth.
And he slashed. And bit. And tore.
And I just screamed in pain,the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth, the sound of my flesh being ripped to pieces sickening. I was scared.
Tord stopped and backed away, scared of something.
I didn't understand.
I turned around,my eyes widening at who it was
(Sorry it's short)
