A low, choking sound came from his throat, and his eyes became vacant while he leaned back on the floor, before a low and long breath came from his lips. The skin slid off his body with a moist, slick sound and the meat resided in a loose human form with several bullet wounds to his chest. How was he able to exist and function?
Now alone in a cabin, surrounded by hostile forces and without his protection. I didn't know what to do.
