Literature
Wolf Song
Bodies scattered the floor, bloodied and broken. Most were so horrendously mangled I couldn't tell where one body ended and another began. Blood, the color of crushed raspberries, soaked the floor, slowly creeping along the ground in no set direction. I stared in horror at the sight as the florescent lights flickered eerily, illuminating the dreary grey room filled with all types of advanced lab equipment that I couldn't name. The smell of the blood assaulted my nose, sending little quivers down my spine. I glanced down at my hands, noticing the sticky red substance coated them, concealing my creamy pale skin. Licking my lips, I could taste i