Series: Album de Luminous
Time is lessening.
Everything is still.
Doors opening, eyes widening.
The last scream echoes around the room.
Gunshot is heard. The bullets are inching closer
The prey has surrendered. She is dead, cold, still, covered with a sticky crimson substance from her heart.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The filthy stench of crimosn blood remains.
Time is not waiting for those who are waiting.