The sides of the street were a scene of utter chaos.
Countless figures lay strewn about haphazardly on the cold flagstones, like carelessly discarded dolls.
The thick stench of blood filled the air, assaulting the senses of every passerby.
Some writhed in agony, rolling on the ground, their faces twisted almost beyond recognition.
Their hands clawed at the pavement, desperately seeking something to ease the pain, but in this cruel reality, it was a futile struggle.
Others lay prone on the ground, their clothes shredded.
Beneath them, a pool of crimson blood slowly spread, staining the surrounding pavement red.
Their eyes were vacant and lifeless, having already lost the will to live.
Their bodies trembled slightly as they wept softly.
Still others had been torn apart, their dismembered limbs scattered across the street.
A leg lay on the left side of the road while the rest of the body was on the other—a gruesome sight too horrific to look at.
