The blood dripped off my face, into the grass.
I was hunched over, knees buried in the dirt, chest heaving.
W-what happened?
I looked down at my hands -- slick, trembling, drenched in red.
Is this mine?
No, I wasn't in any pain.
Oh, that's right.
I lifted my head, trying to control my breathing.
This blood . . .
My eyes swept across the grove of dismembered corpses.
. . . belongs to them.