Drip... Drip.. Drip..

Nathan stands in front of yet, another mutilated corpse. The pipe he used to drink the metallic, germ-filled water from continuously, always dripping that water.

His senses were heightened, just for this minute. His breathing was ragged in his fit of rage. and he heard footsteps.. He quickly forced himself quiet, although he was braced to attack with no mercy.