Chapter 14 b Laugh

The man was face first on the dirty floor with bloody foam oozing from his toothless mouth and he was convulsing, flailing his one remaining leg and arm like hammers. Iggy arched over him, smiling and screaming all at once, digging his fingers into the man’s fat upper arm, pulling and shredding the muscle, tearing it off and chucking it across the room. Iggy cried heroically, covered in blood, breathing hard, and itching so irritatingly much, “one more to go!” He didn’t even notice her standing there.

In the back of his mind, he still heard screaming, so he crushed the man’s head with his bare foot. He held his breath, but he still heard breathing, and he stared over at the little girl so intently as to not miss her body moving, but she wasn’t moving at all. And the man wasn’t breathing anymore either.