Put her out of her misery the dead tell no tales
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As she lies crying on the bed, you pick up the bat. You've always been a sick fuck, you've just been very good at hiding it.
You raise the bat, and Melanie looks up just in time to scream. You bash her head in and leave her sheets soaked in blood. You finish off the two assholes laying on the floor, bound, as well, and then head to the bathroom to wash off the gore.
After a quick shower, you change into a pair of cargo pants and a black t-shirt. You slip on some hiking boots and grab your backpack. In the kitchen, you throw a few canned goods inside and a few bottles of water, zipping it up and slinging it over your shoulder. You're going to have to go on the run.
When you pull the car out of the garage, you realize that you're wrong. Glancing around, you see abandoned cars litter the streets, and corpses lie out in the rain on the lawn of everyone of your neighbors. Something horrible has happened, and you fucking love it.
"Well," you say quietly. "What the fuck do we do next?"
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