38. Past Unveiled

I gazed down upon the mutilated body on the ground, feeling up my chest for any sense of guilt or pity, but I felt none. I guess I really am a monster, for the people that I love. Jenna's face still held the horror and pain that she felt on her last seconds, it should've bothered me. It should've made feel bad for beheading a woman, ot should've made me feel something. It was inhumane, but this wasn't by far the worst things I've done for my family and to survive.