Averin

Smoke. Crackle of exposed wires. Scattered like broken toys bodies. Blood on the walls; on the floor.

A man in medical attire crawls backward, eyes riveted on a shadow… following him… slowly approaching – skinny blonde teen, shoulder length dreads hanging in front of her face, green eyes trail her pray. She was in no hurry. All others were dead. Would hurt no one now, would laugh about it never, ever, ever…

No help comes. None would for Doctor either.

“Please, please!” Doctor begs. Pitiful.

Pity. She has none. He killed it. “I pleaded too. You ignored. I ignore too…”