This beast had a habit of digesting its prey with its red fiery saliva outside of its mouth before eating it. Quite an unusual food habit. But it could be easily figured out as Bret's flesh was scorched burnt black as if burned in high flames. There was no blood other than the beast's, it had already vaporized. After all, the boiling point of human blood is no more than 100 degrees Celcius.
"Bret," she whispered. She had seen someone in a similar state before. With the sight of Bret's dead body that memory came back to her mind.
The face of Blair came back to her mind. And the last time she had seen him. That horrid sight… she would never be able to forget it in her life! With his skull cracked open and his eyes and grey matter spewed out he didn't even look like a human anymore.
It was then… something that was always at the back of her mind resurfaced.
"Ah"
