Pulling The TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!
Pulling The TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!
Olivia's hair is a tornado-pummeled haystack.
An unzipped down-coat has been torn open and feathers shed from within. The vee-neck blouse underneath has been ripped down the front and flaps open exposing a bra and her flesh. Red droplets adorn the white blouse.
My hand reaches up and wipes the fresh blood from her lips. I bring my fingers near my own face. Ten fingers on a right hand try and focus back into five, as I observe fresh blood on fingertips.
She grabs my white tee-shirt and rips my eyes into struggling focus on her own.
“Cheryl! Gotta get Cheryl!”
“Cheryl. You were with Cheryl? Where is she?”
“Ditch. Dirt road. By-pass.”
“What the hell happened?” Joe's panicked voice asks.
“Charlie. Jack.”
“The Shit-heads!?”
“Yes!”
“F__k!”
