Do you hear them? They are always whispering, just out of reach. But when the red spills, I can hear them louder. They shout excitedly when bones break. Do you hear them now? They scream of war; they scream the name of those next to die. I will use my hatchet and dagger to cut bodies down, and then I will use my hands. They are louder now, the voices overwhelming. They won't stop. They won't stop until all lie dead.