Eli narrowed her eyes to study him and there was no doubt in her mind that whoever had done this had taken their sweet time on him. While the rest of his body sagged in a sitting posture with his broken legs sprawled limply in front of him, his palms had been pinned to the wall with broken wooden handle of the spear he once wielded, and each of his every fingers, had been methodically broken, bent at angles that defied the natural shape of a human hand.
He had been left there to bleed and die slowly.
Trembling, Eli did her best to calm herself by taking deep breaths. Thankfully, she had practiced medicine in real life and had seen fair share of cadavers before, which somehow helped her to stay grounded even in this dreadful situation.
"John…" she murmured reading the name on the uniform of the dead body as she walked by it.
