sylviaplath
His complete disregard for everything in the room sent a shiver down her spine. As she looked into his vacant eyes, receiving no recognition, the reality of his condition hit her like a train.
Picking up the weighty piece of corroded metal, he lifted the plate above his head and sent it flying across the field of sand at his enemy. Sweat and blood were drowning out his toes as his open wounds continued to flow.
The entrance to the museum had become clouded with the webs of past arachnid tenants. Several years had gone by with nobody to remember the memories that were so carefully preserved. A distant echo of footsteps filled the foyer.