It's late at night and the rats are feasting on a body. It's a man's body. He has a large knife sticking out of his chest. I spotted him there and slowly walked around. Searching for killers to kill. There's no other way. I hear footsteps behind me. I wait. The maniac turns the corner and earns a hole in his chest. Goodnight,rats. I put my gun away and go home.
The End
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