Rosalia — POV
A sharp breath of relief escaped my chest the instant my eyes found the two lying sprawled on the cold floor, unconscious and tangled beside each other like so much refuse.
Their heavy Bodies slack, seemed almost peaceful now, stripped of the cruelty they had so freely thrown at others.
Honestly, they deserved every second of it.
I swear, there wasn't an ounce of sympathy left in me for people like them.
People who lived off torment, who could smile while taking advantage of the helpless.
Calling them human felt like an insult to the word itself.
They'd crossed too many lines for pity, and in the world where survival was based on brutality, monsters like them didn't need redemption.
They needed silence.
Oblivion.
The kind that came with unconsciousness… or worse.
"Let's get out quickly before the zombies come back."
My voice was too steady. I was holding myself together because if I let the disgust swirl any further it would become rage.
