Deacon watched as the horror went limp and died. A black inky substance, almost like an ocotpus's ink, began seeping out of the body. Deacon wretched and then turned and vomited. After a few seconds he looked back at Scott, [yellow]"'Fraid there aint much left on my stomach."[/yellow] He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. [yellow]"I need some air,"[/yellow] he indicated as he walked out the door.