There was blood on the walls, the floor, the ceiling…
There was blood everywhere.
“Help…” came the faint cry, the tiniest whisper of hope…
And yet, the monster merely stepped on the barely-alive one, hard as he could, crushing her lovely human organs with a satisfying squelch.
How easy it was, ending these useless lives. How incredibly mundane. If only he could make it a little more difficult; a bit more of a challenge.
It was as if he was drowning ants. Humans thought so very highly of themselves, as if their pathetically short lives were actually worth something in the grand scheme of things.
And wasn’t that fascinating, he thought as he kicked out the half-burnt wall, sending the suburban home to ruin. Wasn’t that just enthralling.
Of course it was, he thought with a snort-chortle, shaking his head impulsively and strolling down the street, blood on his hands, a whistling tune on his lips. And the best thing was, though there were horrified stares glaring at him from the eyes of the many suburban homeowners the humans, for all their arrogance, did nothing.