Why Me?

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Butch and I walk out of the closet with caution, I squat taking in my surroundings. My door is wide open, when it's supposed to be closed. Butch hasn't zeroed in on any specific area, or tugged me towards an area. I make my way hugging the walls as much as possible to my sock drawer, I grab a string and different homemade grenades and my pouch of gunpowder. I wrap the string to my pack, and put the Gun Powder into the side pouch of the duffle. I grab my dad's pocket knife I tucked into my bed corner by the head, keeping my eye on the door. I grab my hunting knife from the back of my door, as I peak out. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. Rot, Rotting flesh, fresh blood, and raniced vomit. Butch looks in the oposite direction of the exit, towards the "family" room, I keep my knife at the ready as we make our way to the room. We take a step into the room, both of us ready to attack, but what we see is 3 strangers. 2 Boys and a little girl, I've seen the 2 boys at my school but the little girl I've never seen. The little girl flinches while the boys push her behind them.

"Tsk." I stand up straight placing the hunting knife into the front of my belt into an extra sheath." I just wanted to do my homework and get done with school." I look around the room and nothing seems out of place but the smell of rot grows stronger while we stand there, all of us looking at each other." I know you two, you go to the school I attend, I see you both at 1:15pm at the same locker of a girl named Tabby Raylond. Since you both are here I'm guessing the school smells as horrible as this dungeon." As I talk I can see Butch has turned his attention to the way we came, growing and nashing his teeth. "Butch, Guard." I point to the 3 in the middle of the room as I unlatch him from my waist, he creeps backwards until his tail hits one of the boots of the boys. When I turn I take out my dad's sword, until I know what they are capable of I don't want it to close. As the sword is unsheathed, the make-shift family I stay with, rounds the corner. Chunks of skin removed and muscle, blood dripping in chunks of Vomit, blood clots, and pulled flesh.

"Figures this is what they look like on the inside." I grin and ready the sword, without a second thought I slice the Bitch and bastard in half, where they stand. Thinking the fight is over I look down at the floor over my shoulder but even now they struggle to reach out and grab me. I stab the sword into the female's head, her movements stopping entirely, realizing the weakness I do the same to the male. With the both of them disposed of, I turn over my shoulder, slinging the blood off the sword I return the sword to its sheath. Butch has calmed down and comes to me bringing the rope up into my hand. I tie him to my belt.