She gave into her own bloodlust, swinging and stabbing the small knife into the throat of the man that stole so much from her. Her vision was red, and the world came to a standstill beyond her. She watched with relish as the light left his eyes and he fell back onto grass, his putrid blood spilling out of him. She climbed over him, stabbing and stabbing into his chest. Hole after hole appeared and she could feel the blood covering her hands, spraying across the grass and her shirt.