The schoolyard was a still life of a catastrophe.
Shattered glass from the ground-floor windows. The makeshift altar reduced to splinters. The blood had moved, all of it, drawn toward the altar... disappearing within the seed.
The dead lay where they had fallen.
Some of them still had their hands over their heads, the last gesture of a person trying to protect themselves from something that could not be protected against.
Some of them looked almost peaceful, as if they were just seeping. Their bodies were a mess as most of the blood has been sucked by the seed.
The three humans alive were frozen at the place they were... except the child. The small boy of maybe five who had just seen his mother being brutally murdered was sitting in a corner with his knees pulled to his chest.
He was silent and seemingly lost, not much aware of what had happened. He was just terrified.
