Rising to my full height, I jogged back down the hall to the break room, my bare feet silent on the hard floors.

A man was standing over Maria’s body. He held my shirt up away from her body, and he was staring at her tits. Without thinking, I lifted my gun, aiming where his face will be in about two seconds. “You’re a sick fuck. You know that?”

His head shot up, and I noticed his eyes were such a light blue they appeared almost white, right before I stuck a bullet between them. It was almost comical, the way his head flew back on his neck but his...