The color of her blood was the least of my worries. The fate of our world could be at stake.
I took a break from the digging and checked the body. It was as lifeless as I had left it, stinking of the blue liquid oozing out from the head. I had shot my wife point blank, blew half her skull off. However, the thing was not my wife anymore. This creature had done God knows what to my wife and taken her place. I did not even realize when it happened.
Or know how many others had been replaced.
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Word Count – 100
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