70th BB Table Test Thread

Sue Tate

Three.

Hands shake and bones tremble beneath the weight of his own lies, sins and bloodshed threatening to bring the body of Sue Tate crashing down to the ground, a bloody and lifeless pulp and a shell of what he never was. He breathes, tries to breathe, but his lungs are held tightly beneath the grip of his survival instincts, and as the bodies around him swarm and converge, some fighting amongst each other while others fight to see which one can come at him next, their fangs drawn in the form of silver weapons and bloody grins, lifeless monsters waiting to see which one could get a piece of the lies he'd spread. He swings back, once, twice,

He coughs, and spits, and feels his weapon grace flesh.