The snow seemed to smother all sound, leaving the bloodbath before him eerily silent, almost comically so as the rest of the schoolkids were quietly eaten alive wherever they stood. He supposed that from enough of a distance it would just look like they're playing, if you could ignore all the blood... and the stench...
It wasn't like there was anything he could do other than watch it all happen from the doorway. There was no creature that he could even see, it was like the snow itself was made of teeth and all the children were being mercilessly chewed to death while he just stood there.
Before long the playground was as still as it was silent and the sky opened up to bring fresh snow.
He knew the blood would soon be gone and the smell with it.
It'd just be him standing at certain death's doorway.
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