377 Captain Fisher

"Thomas," a voice called out, disturbing Thomas's slumber.

Thomas opened his eyes with a jolt, coming face to face with a gaping maw. Shay's fangs on full display, ready to sink into him. He scrambled backwards, flailing for his dagger. It was unnecessary.

Shay was still, the life gone from his eyes. Even then, Thomas wasn't sure if Shay was truly dead. He had buried Shay in several tons of metal and he still emerged with a raging bloodlust. It was almost unnerving to see such a strong creature unresponsive. As Thomas stood up however, his worries were put to rest.

Bite marks littered the gaping hole in Shay's chest. Thomas lowered his gaze, finding a pool of blood at his feet. As he stared into it, a pair of pitch black eyes stared back. A stream of drool flowed out of his mouth, sending ripples through the reflection.