Illusion

Bodies strewn across the floor, drained of blood that soaks the carpet and stains the walls. They are fresh for the flies had not yet come. The thing still breaths behind her. She can do nothing but shut her eyes and scream. When she opens them again, they look at her. The entire shop full. Mothers clutch whimpering children to their sides while strange men take cautious steps back. Alas, it has been but another illusion. So she wipes tears from her eyes and walks out the door. Still, they look.