Bodies lay scattered on the floor, lying right where they dropped. I stepped on some body parts as I hacked my way through the remaining men, grinning fiercely and baring my teeth in victory each time my axe struck flesh. I had slain at least ten or fifteen men of varying abilities, and lumps of flesh dotted the living room. Here was a hand; there was a finger or a toe, and all over lay people close to death, if not already dead. Their pained groans filled the air, spurring me on.
The air was thick with the metallic smell of blood, and as we fought on, the remaining warriors seemed to be losing their mettle. Once steadfast and courageous, they were now nervous and skittish, and for good reason—they had expected me to be as tame and harmless as a rabbit, but I was the wolf they had not exp
