Blood gushed from his shoulder as the blade sank into the meat of his torso.

An earthquake of pain too great to scream over ran through his dying body. It was too great to see through; too great to breathe through.

The tip of the sickle tore straight down through his sternum. Cut in half like a butchered cow from the side of his neck to the bottom of his belly while Emma screamed in horror on his behalf Gary lurched forward.