elly punch vomit- Witness to Chaos

In the dark alleyway, where desperation clung to the walls and the air reeked of rotten flesh, Jamie stumbled upon the scene. The sound of shattering glass and muffled screams still echoed in her mind. She didn’t know how she got there; just that she did, and she knew she had to get out.

As she turned to run, a blur of a figure grasped her arm, spinning her back around. “You’ve seen,” a gruff voice growled, eyes burning with a ferocity that chilled her to the bone. Jamie tried to speak, but her words caught in her throat.

The figure loomed over her, his fist clenched into a meaty hook, cocked and ready to strike. But instead, he hesitated, a fleeting moment of doubt flashing across his weathered face. Then, with a snarl, he punched Jamie square in the belly.

She doubled over, her vision blurring as something inside her stomach began to twist and turn, churning up a cauldron of acidic bile. The world seemed to slow, her senses heightened as the pain crystallized into a gut-wrenching projectile vomiting that tore at her diaphragm.

The figure let out a disgusted groan and stumbled backward, crashing to the ground as Jamie, gasping for air, folded her arms over her midsection. The sound of footsteps echoed down the alleyway, distant calls for help growing fainter as the city swallowed the chaos whole.

In that moment, Jamie gazed into a doorway of lives-forgotten lives, and witnessed to the collective fear that resulted in their vanity to view chaos as humor.

Shepherd Jay, who had made every corner of his world a stage, now rushed, hastily through the terrible corridors while overflowing regions drown.

Greet him.

Become awful.