Corey collapsed into the pool of blood, his remaining eye filled with terror, for his body had been divided into three sections.
The only part of his body he could still control was half a shoulder and an arm that was reduced to half, like a toy maliciously destroyed. Then, the excruciating pain of being torn apart surged up, viciously gnawing at his nerves, forcing an uncontrollable, agonized scream from him.
Footsteps sounded.
The heavy boots, stepping on the pool of blood, made a distinct sound, as if death itself were drawing closer.
At this moment, Corey finally came to the belated realization that he was truly going to die.
But he was unwilling to accept this fact, so he struggled frantically, trying to move away from the person who was gradually approaching. However, with only so much of his body left, his struggles amounted to nothing more than rolling in the blood and corpse blocks, looking like a disgustingly… worm.
