#mypecshavepecs

hilarious. entirely hilarious. the pattern and arrangement of body parts in the trail of murder she’d found herself following was predictably unpredictable, carrying in it near trademark signs of their original killer, for no cadaver was whole, there existed no discrimination in those that were brought to their knees, and in the gore, lining walkways and sidewalks with external trails of bright red were bike tracks.

the siren could only laugh out again as the signs of rampage grew fresher.