Thread:Vertroyer/@comment-28112409-20171014090855/@comment-30105631-20171202183823

"Yeah..." John says in response to something. Slowly, he kneels down next to Alice and pulls the knife out of her belly. He tries to staunch any new blood flow, but he can't. It's too much. Alice dies.

John looks shocked and sad.

Then you pick him up and throw him against the wall. His arm breaks when he hits it and he cries out, and you reach down to pick up the bloody knife, eyes on him. Time slows down as the others try and react.