SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH. Head after head fell to the ground. The gushing blood quickly coagulated into a dark red paste, covering the entire deck.
The sticky surface was unpleasant to walk on, but no one cared. As the sacrifices continued, their numbers dwindled.
WHIRRR… The chainsaw, almost completely coated in clotted blood, came to a halt. It tried to transform back into a prosthetic, but it was stuck.
Clutching his head, Charles looked down and saw a piece of human bone wedged in the chainsaw. That was why it couldn't revert.
He reached down, pulled the bone fragment out, and tossed it into the viscous gore. Then, he staggered back and sat down on a stool behind him.
"Argh… Damn it! This feeling is unbearable! AARGH!" With an agonized expression, Charles lifted his blood-red iron hand and repeatedly hammered his forehead, each blow heavier than the last.
