( WP ) An entire room full of people is dead-

The dining room was filled with bodies. They were dressed in formal wear, sitting around the table looking to all the world like they were sitting down for a fancy meal. Except each one of them had their throats cut. 
 
 `` What have we got Martinez?'' The head detective, John Smith ( Yes, he's heard all the jokes ) asked his partner. 
 
 `` It looks like some serial killer shit man. Each of these bodies are posed. I'm thinking they were all killed around the same time. No decomposition yet, thank god. There are ten victims. Think we should call the FBI?'' Martinez rose his right eyebrow in question at his partner. 
 
 `` Yeah, it looks like it. This looks like it's out of our league.'' 
 
 A gurgle sounded from outside the room. It sounded like someone trying to hold back vomit or maybe choking on it. 
 
 John chuckled to himself. `` You alright out there rookie? Go outside to lose your lunch.'' 
 
 Martinez looked over at John. `` Take it easy on the rookie man. Anyone would be repulsed by this shit. I'm going to go check on him.'' 
 
 John nodded and started to take a closer look at the scene. Around the table there were blood trails leading off to the other rooms. At least figuring out where they were killed would be easy. 
 
 It was odd that all their throats were cut. If a killer was going on a rampage you would think he would have to stab all sorts of different parts. People just did n't stand still to get their throats cut. 
 
 `` Who the hell would do this kind of thing?'' John spoke to himself out loud. 
 
 `` That is n't the proper question, detective.'' A voice said behind John. He turned around and his eyes went wide. 
 
 There in front of him stood a large man wielding a knife and drenched in blood. 
 
 `` You should be asking, is that man still here?'' 
 
 The killer slashed the detectives throat before he could remember to draw his weapon.
