Bodies laid on the floor. The bodies of Ellen, Gorrister, Benny and Nimdok.

Ted’s chest bellowed loudly, his heart rate soaring through the sky. He stood in front of what he had done, with the melting, blood soaked icicle in his shaky palms. He had done this to relieve his fellows.

He had killed his other four companions, except—you. You remained breathing, alive, maybe not well, but alive.

He slowly turned to you, his hand still grasped around the sharp-tipped icicle. Even if you we’re dumb, you would know that he was now after you, like a feral dog with rabies.

His dark blue daggers (eyes) stared at you, as he narrowed them. His pupils shaky with insanity. He had fell over the edge ages ago, his insanity leading him down a spiral.