Flint panted heavily, the smoking firearm dropping out of his shaking hands.
He looked to the once unspeakable horror to the now dead looking fairy. Confused and scared Flint didn't know what to do.
He shuffled over lightly and reached down to pick up the small creature. Gently placing it in the palm of his hands, its blood covering his palms now.
"Oh god..." Flint muttered as he placed his ear close to her to see if she was breathing. He wasn't sure if he could tell and so just attempted to piece together what just happened. Looking to the apparent corpse in his hand.