The day had started like any other day at the office, except they had a birthday party scheduled for the afternoon.
By the end, Jose shuddered as he realized he was covered with his blood.
Jose was the one holding the knife at that moment. Without thinking, Jose had plunged it into his back, as hard as he could.
After the first strike, Jose kept stabbing and slicing; almost mechanically.
The wails of agony from the man were nearly drowned out by the howls of rage from Jose.
Good thing the man had stopped to reload, for just a moment.