At that moment, countless clamorous, deafening shouts and screams rang out in Brianna's mind.
It was like a choir of countless residents, all opening their innumerable, dark, cavernous mouths at once. The wave of sound occupied her thoughts, the air, everything in the world she could perceive.
Each mouth spoke its own words, the voices rattling her skull.
'Should I save him? I probably should, right? Mom would be heartbroken if she knew it came to this between us, father and daughter.'
'This old bastard is tough. Is my own luck at survival inherited from him? What will it take to finally kill him?'
'How can you kill your own father? Your own flesh and blood? A father? You can't. It's a sin, a sin, a sin.'
'Great, I get to kill him again. This time, I'll give him hope, then make him feel terror. Delicious. Kill him again and again and...'
"I... I'm sorry... Bree."
The countless deafening cries in her mind instantly fell into a snow-white silence.
