// 008. [video]
[Another swarm of flies. The carcasses of dead beasts in the distance indicate that this is merely feet from where Sophia made her last broadcast. Those that had been strung up sway gently in the misty light, a grisly backdrop to the centerpiece below.]
There's been another. It's fresh.
[A woman alone, this time. Mouth open, brown hair spilling out beneath her, eyes wide and sightless and very, very open. Kind of like her abdomen. Which is very cleanly (but enthusiastically!) sliced open in several places. It looks a little like visceral lacework.]
There's been another. It's fresh.
[A woman alone, this time. Mouth open, brown hair spilling out beneath her, eyes wide and sightless and very, very open. Kind of like her abdomen. Which is very cleanly (but enthusiastically!) sliced open in several places. It looks a little like visceral lacework.]