Literature
Go Forth And Die
The screams grew louder, the smell of blood became stronger, she was getting closer. Cassandra's boots thumped against the ground below her, the chains on her ripped jeans bounced and clanked in rhythm with her steps, her short, jet-black hair streamed behind her, amber eyes narrowed in concentration. Her motions stilled as she came to a standstill. Chaos surrounded her. People screaming, death hung in the air, blood streaked the faces of those who had gotten too close. Cassandra didn't care for them, she followed the sounds coming from a certain direction, the squeals sounded like those of pigs sent to the slaughter. Slaughter was correct bu
