Post by Dillon Carpenter on Sept 13, 2009 10:35:34 GMT -5
Dillon was walking down the empty street in the East side of the city. There wasn't anything happening at all. He liked being alone. Just him and Carl.
I'm hungry! Carl shouted. Get me some food.
Dillon was confused. Carl was hungry, but he wasn't. "I'm not."
I don't care get me some food! He snapped back.
"Okay, okay." Dillon gave in and began searching for somewhere to find food. He studied the stores as he passed by them. There were lots of clothing stores, some music stores, insurance agencies. Ah, here we go, a supermarket. This store would have food. He entered and was overwhelmed by the stench of rotten and overdue food.
Over there, there's meat over there. The meat section is where most of the smels were coming from.
"Are you sure? 'Cause it smells funny." Dillon responded. Then suddenly the sound of something rustling around in the produce section grabbed their attention. "What was that?"
How am I supposed to know? Go check it out. It could be a person scavenging.
Dillon did so and walked toward the vegetables that the sound came from. This section smelled too. Then he noticed a head pop out of a pile of lettuce and cabbage. It was a man wit a beard and long hair. Must be homeless. "Hello?" He said. The man didn't respond.
Kill him.
"Okay." He walked up to the man and pulled his straight razor out of his pocket and held it behind his back. The man looked scared. Dillon's eyes widened and he made a large menacing smile. The man didn't have time to run. Dillon grabbed his hair and pulled him up so he was standing. The man was surprisingly short. Dillon lift up the straight razor with the other hand and held it up to the man's neck. "Goodbye." He said as he brought the razor violently to the other side of the man's neck. Blood spilled out of the large gash. Dillon dropped him and looked at the blood on his hands.
Good job.
"Thanks."
I'm hungry! Carl shouted. Get me some food.
Dillon was confused. Carl was hungry, but he wasn't. "I'm not."
I don't care get me some food! He snapped back.
"Okay, okay." Dillon gave in and began searching for somewhere to find food. He studied the stores as he passed by them. There were lots of clothing stores, some music stores, insurance agencies. Ah, here we go, a supermarket. This store would have food. He entered and was overwhelmed by the stench of rotten and overdue food.
Over there, there's meat over there. The meat section is where most of the smels were coming from.
"Are you sure? 'Cause it smells funny." Dillon responded. Then suddenly the sound of something rustling around in the produce section grabbed their attention. "What was that?"
How am I supposed to know? Go check it out. It could be a person scavenging.
Dillon did so and walked toward the vegetables that the sound came from. This section smelled too. Then he noticed a head pop out of a pile of lettuce and cabbage. It was a man wit a beard and long hair. Must be homeless. "Hello?" He said. The man didn't respond.
Kill him.
"Okay." He walked up to the man and pulled his straight razor out of his pocket and held it behind his back. The man looked scared. Dillon's eyes widened and he made a large menacing smile. The man didn't have time to run. Dillon grabbed his hair and pulled him up so he was standing. The man was surprisingly short. Dillon lift up the straight razor with the other hand and held it up to the man's neck. "Goodbye." He said as he brought the razor violently to the other side of the man's neck. Blood spilled out of the large gash. Dillon dropped him and looked at the blood on his hands.
Good job.
"Thanks."
