Ethan stood outside the post office, trembling.
He wasn’t a murderer.
He was a hero.
He threw open the door, lifting the 9mm, firing immediately. He caught Tina in the throat, relieved to see the bright blue blood spouting from the wound.
He’d been right!
He swung the gun, firing continually. Two shots each, ensuring the kills. Confirming the blue blood.
Only his boss—the Postmaster—remained. “It’s over, monster!” He shot her, point-blank.
He’d done it. He’d stopped the invasion.
He fell back, surveying the room.
The walls were splashed with—red?
“No,” he whispered. “No! It was blue!”
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