You saw your life pass before your eyes. I watched your body twist in pain. Rotten bodies, dead. leaking pussing limbs. Separated heads. smell the rotting dead.
Bleeding wounds never clot. Even after death. Murdered dead look on from beyond. Never to return. . No way back at all. Trapped. Between life and death.
Torsos hang from their own intestines. Raped of all bodily extentions, stumps wreathing in a sludge. Like infection. Suffering through a Rancid amputation.