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OOM: The end of all things
Aug. 21st, 2014 05:07 pmCold rain patters on Alana's umbrella as she stares at Hannibal's open front door, listening to the sounds of a struggle within. She crosses the threshold and drops her umbrella, whipping out her phone as the two men grunted and groaned.
"I'd like to report gunshots," she says to the police, resting her fingers on the weapon she pulls out of her purse. She hears Jack scream as she stalks down the corridor, hands already trembling. Holding her gun in front of her like a shield, she creeps towards Jack--and Hannibal.
"Hannibal," she whispers, watching him--knife-in-hand and covered in blood--throw his shoulder into the door to the pantry.
"Hannibal!" she screams, her voice roughened by days of crying. She holds her gun steady and level to his chest.
"I'd like to report gunshots," she says to the police, resting her fingers on the weapon she pulls out of her purse. She hears Jack scream as she stalks down the corridor, hands already trembling. Holding her gun in front of her like a shield, she creeps towards Jack--and Hannibal.
"Hannibal," she whispers, watching him--knife-in-hand and covered in blood--throw his shoulder into the door to the pantry.
"Hannibal!" she screams, her voice roughened by days of crying. She holds her gun steady and level to his chest.
