Krishna Ahir

The Cat Hunter Krishna Ahir

What he saw, as the blackout blind rolled out of view, caused his stomach to churn. Piled in clear view of the window was an indefinable bloody mass. Patches of sticky and mottled hair stuck out in various directions, crimson beads rolling down them and glinting in the light. Flashes of pink flesh and white bone could be seen, through bright red lacerations, like stained teeth and tongues through red lips. Every so often a grey jelly-like substance, that Christopher could only assume was brain matter, had globed together. The thing that most gripped his attention, however, was the eye. Set down at least three feet away from the pile, the eggy yellow orb stared towards him, through a single slit pupil."Jesus fucking Christ..."