A warm liquid exploded on the side of Purple Summers' face.
She saw a blurry mass of flesh fly off. There wasn't enough time to look more before the sticky substance got on her eyelashes - wet, hot, and raw.
The captor behind her crashed to the ground. Staggering, Purple wiped her face.
...Her hand was smeared with bloody and white brain matter.
He had blown up the man's eyeball and splattered her face with his brain matter.
Her face was covered in the brain matter of the dead man! It even got on her lips!
Purple couldn't take it anymore and threw up against the tree trunk behind her.
She vomited until her stomach cramped; tears streamed down her face.
The gunshots had stopped at some point. The man came up behind her, gently stroking her back, and cooed, "It's over, it's all over..."
Over? Dead bodies lay all around them, and he said it was over?!
Purple didn't want to be touched by this harbinger of death, but she was too weak to swat his hand away.