Holes and holes and holes run him through. Holes in his body and holes in his pan and heart. Motherfuckers be slipping as like through holes in his motherfucking hands. He charges into that ruinous building and they ain't there. They ain't motherfucking there. He's got nothing nothing nothing. He's got ragged breath all growled punctured.

He tries to scream. It comes out like more strangled breath and his claws rake on stone.

He leaves the building and it crumbles down.