Wind sends the cannibal back, rolling head over heels until the sagging, bloated body is trapped on a hook. There is strength enough in thin limbs to writhe and wriggle, grasping hands lifting and falling over and over again in the direction of the group. A thin, giddy giggle pours from cracked lips, the cannibal choking and gasping around the sound.
It’s impossible to tell how much they understand, if they’re even listening, but as Morgan pauses the giggles putter to a stop, some scrap of sense, of sanity flashing in hollow eyes. ”Bitch. Bitch!!” Hands reach out fruitlessly again the writhing taking on a new insistence. ”Freeze! Flee! Guilty, evil! Murderer!”
Even as they turn to leave, the insults, the screams and curses do not stop. Even the ice that rises only muffles them, a desperate, angry whisper in the icy tomb.
It’s impossible to tell how much they understand, if they’re even listening, but as Morgan pauses the giggles putter to a stop, some scrap of sense, of sanity flashing in hollow eyes. ”Bitch. Bitch!!” Hands reach out fruitlessly again the writhing taking on a new insistence. ”Freeze! Flee! Guilty, evil! Murderer!”
Even as they turn to leave, the insults, the screams and curses do not stop. Even the ice that rises only muffles them, a desperate, angry whisper in the icy tomb.
