The Ross cautiously stalked amongst the ruins, seeing the battered remnants of his home. As he entered, the scene was horrific. His eyes watered up and he fell to his knees as the putrid stench of rotted human flesh forced it's way up his nostrils. He cautiously raised his eyes upwards, seeing his mother and father lying there decaying, they're slashed wrists oozing pus ridden viscous blood onto the floorboards. There were gaping holes where their innards should be and Ros realised where they went when he looked up, they're intestines strewn around the various lights on the ceiling acting as a sick parody of confetti. However, alone in the corner was the worst site of all, his little sister. Pure terror was etched onto her now eyeless face as the weapon used to strangle the very life out of her still lay around her neck, it read "Happy 7th Birthday Sally".
Whoa. Just needed to vent some stuff out of my system.