"Jesus, Mary and Joseph... he really went nuts this time."
Two men witness the end result of their boss's rage in what used to be a warehouse depot station.
"We're gonna need more bleach." he said before walking back to the car.
"There's four bottles! It's enough!" his associate assured.
Blood pooled in the deeper recesses of the old battered concrete flooring. This wasn't their first time hitting clean-up but it was the worst scene for them yet. Limbs of the fallen lay in small piles like a nightmarish collection of discarded doll parts. The smell of blood was so strong in the air one could barely keep from retching. Tasting it. Feeling the murderous death that only just hours prior took place. A slaughterhouse where the meat was left to rot.
"You ready?" he questioned while sliding on a pair of latex gloves.
"This is fucked up." replied the younger man holding the two half-gallon bottles.
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