My nose takes in the metallic smell of the gore.
Blood. Warm blood. It is overing the white ceramic floor with a deep crimson. The body laying in it was the source of the mess. His body is in a horrible, unrecognized state like he had been mauled by a wild animal. Meters away from the body is a bloody knife that I recognize at first glance —the fruit cutting knife.
Annie's sorrowful sobbing pierces into my senses. I frantically reach out to touch his wrist and check for a pulse. Wildly hoping there would be a faint pulse even though I also know there wouldn't. The cold from the body that seems to be transferring to mine deathly confirms what I already know. I instantly scramble away like it was something hot and burning. No, it would have been better if it was something hot and burning like a pot on a hot stove.
