It was clear to both Gary and Blake that the woman was done for. Using his large jaws, Billy took a bite out of her neck, leaving her with barely a few seconds to regret her decision of having gone out for a walk that day.
While Blake was staring at what a monster Billy was, who had just snapped her head off, for some reason, Gary was more concerned about the woman’s eyes. Before life left her, a look of absolute, sheer fright had been ingrained in them, and she had helplessly reached out with a hand to the two teenagers, hoping for some sort of help.
‘I was the one that created Billy, and now he’s killed again.’ Gary felt guiltier than before. ‘He hadn’t killed anyone other than his parents outside his own list! If we hadn’t attacked him today, if we hadn’t chased him down here and trapped him in this desperate situation… then she might have lived today…’