Tracey recalled her baby boy.
She knew something was wrong. She’d lifted him from his cot onto her shoulder and wrapped him in a shawl, rubbing his tiny back.
Mothers know, don’t they?
She saw in his face; and rushed for the bathroom.
And there the seemingly never-ending tube of milky vomit exploded out of him.
That was the scene she was reminded of when a projection of fire shot out of its mouth, equally tube-like but red, violent and fierce, into the room and plunged down onto Rick as he lay prostrate on the floor.
Christopher about 3 years ago
This would make a killer horror movie. The special effects would be awesome.