The drunk man's headless body collapsed with a thud. Blood gushed out like a fountain, spreading wantonly across the floor and painting a terrifyingly gruesome scene.
The man's limbs occasionally twitched a few times. He still clutched the half-empty bottle of liquor tightly in his hand.
Pulled by gravity, the liquor slowly spilled from the bottle, mingling with the blood on the floor. It was impossible to tell the mellow aroma of the alcohol from the sickly-sweet stench of blood.
He would never again feel the mellow liquid slide across his tongue, never again experience its familiar comfort and intoxication.
For the people hiding in the darkness of their rooms, hearts pounded like drums. Every subtle sound seemed infinitely amplified.
Their pupils dilated in terror, their faces masks of sheer disbelief and horror.
Some frantically clamped their hands over their mouths, terrified that a single gasp might shatter the eerie silence.
