River sat in the corner of the room absorbing the imagery in front of her; mumbling things not even the devil would dare repeat.
She trembled in fear at the sight of the little boy´s body lying motionless; a bundle of blonde and bloody hair. Beyond him, at the entrance of the house, another small and helpless toddler lay completely limbless. Her eyes slowly shifted to the mother and father who were also severely massacred.
They were dead, she thought. They were all dead.
