[ Should've brought a bigger knife is Roman's last distinct, coherent thought. It's dark, he's drunk, and the whole situation has taken on a surreal tone that he doesn't know how to process properly. Living in a place supposedly full of movie monsters is one thing. Experiencing it is another.
It hurts. That makes it through the haze of confusion and intoxication right away. It's the what that gets a little muddled. The guy's cutting his throat? Biting him? Stabbing him?
Roman struggles then, fights against the guy's hold on him because whatever else he is, he isn't some meek little pussy who's going to die without even trying to fight back. He just can't get any leverage and the guy is too strong. But he scratches at what he can reach, tries to hit his attacker and kick his legs, snarling curses all the while.
Maybe he's going to die tonight. But he's not going to make it easy on his killer. ]
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It hurts. That makes it through the haze of confusion and intoxication right away. It's the what that gets a little muddled. The guy's cutting his throat? Biting him? Stabbing him?
Roman struggles then, fights against the guy's hold on him because whatever else he is, he isn't some meek little pussy who's going to die without even trying to fight back. He just can't get any leverage and the guy is too strong. But he scratches at what he can reach, tries to hit his attacker and kick his legs, snarling curses all the while.
Maybe he's going to die tonight. But he's not going to make it easy on his killer. ]