The Wreckage
It climbed out of the wreckage, blood dripping down his face.
Barely able to see, one torn-off arm was clutched in his other hand.
He picked up a kid, ripping him limb for limb; blood sprayed everywhere. Five other children went running, screaming in terror.
One child stayed behind.
The shadowy figure stood over him.
Barely able to see, one torn-off arm was clutched in his other hand.
He picked up a kid, ripping him limb for limb; blood sprayed everywhere. Five other children went running, screaming in terror.
One child stayed behind.
The shadowy figure stood over him.
Year 7
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