One day, Sansa opened her eyes, having dozed off in her mother's lap ...only to be met with a nightmare.
Four men crouched over the corpse, tearing into it like starving beasts.
Their bloodstained mouths. Their monstrous, twisted expressions.
She saw everything with her own eyes ... eyes that had long grown accustomed to the darkness.
It was grotesque. Incomprehensible. Especially to someone like her, who no longer even felt hunger or thirst.
She buried her face in her mother's arms, unwilling to look any further.
But she was startled when she felt saliva drip onto her from above.
"Mother…?"
She whispered ...only to find her mother staring at the scene with eyes full of longing.
Sansa wasn't the only one whose body had been tampered with.
But she was the only one who survived it intact. The others… were left with nothing but bestial urges, stripped of reason.
And after one more week…
