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The Smell of Blood
The smell of blood was faint at first, but as I felt my way past old discarded trains it got stronger. Finally I saw it, the stark angular shape clear even in the dark. It looked like a man maybe mid-twenties dressed in army fatigues and wearing a white armband with a red cross on it. His eyes though, they weren't human; everything in them that makes us people was gone. The only thing in those eyes was violence. Blood. Yeahblood.