(Warning: Graphic Scenes And Sexual Assault Ahead)
Marcellus' POV
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He walked out of the church building, scanning his gaze around the empty buildings in the town.
The town is a ghost town now... Quite literally.
He smirked to himself, sighing with satisfaction as he stretched out his hands and clenched them into fists, feeling the rejuvenating power of over two hundred people's life force coursing through his veins.
"You can't hide from me forever!" Marcellus yelled out in a menacing voice before chuckling like a madman.
Killing gave him a high that he just wanted more of. The life force flowing inside him made him feel more powerful... Because he was.
He paused, drawing in a deep breath to track the scent of the commander and his surviving daughter. He soon pinned them down to a simple-looking building— a bakery.
