Her eyes narrowed; the opposite side of the room seemed farther away than before, and the creature had seemingly put himself between her and the door.
That showed more mental acuity than the others.
This one was special.
Fantastic. He’d splatter well, then.
“Get up,” she muttered at herself. Her arms, legs and feet—well, pretty much everything else—ached. She wanted nothing more than to slump there and fall asleep. “Get. Up.”
The creature, his legs bleeding and his head—if it could be called that—sliding to one side, began to move forward. His torn hands scraped against the floor.
Marly lurched to her feet. “Let’s go,” she muttered at it. “I bet you’d look great on the wall.”
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
