This was really a bitter sweet moment for me right now. The end was here, the goal was accomplished and that's that. I left the room slowly with a blank look on my face, what was my purpose now? What was my motivation now? I was sweating profusely so my main goal right now was to get to the showers.
Wiping the sweat from my forehead with my hands, not thinking about the blood that was replacing it. My entire body was covered in blood; I was merely moving the blood around my face and arms.
On my way to the bedroom to shower I enter the main area and I had quite the audience. John, Holly and Mills were standing there after watching me perform on the surveillance camera. I will tell you that their faces looked like they had just seen a monster, but I wasn't the monster, Susan was.
Smiling slyly, "John! I would love to hug you right now but I'm all sweaty from my morning workout."
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