Caera sighed and shook her head, short black tendril hair bouncing around lightly between her horns. Which of course instantly made her groan and clutch her head with her bloody hand.

"Fuck me," she said. "I need to lie down. Let's get back to the others." And with all the casualness of a farmer taking cows to the slaughter, she turned around, and got to work on the bodies.

"I..." He clenched his fists and looked away. He knew this would happen, that he'd have to kill other humans. And he knew it'd suck, too. But something in his guts told him what he did was fucked up, wrong, and...