I woke up in a hospital bed watching the news. The news reporter was speaking "It looks like we have found a murder on the side of the roa..." Someone with a potato sack with eye and mouth holes came up and slit the lady's throat. "This...is...the purge." The man said. I a 27 year old man was crying of the horror of the days, months, and years of this happening. I checked myself out of the hospital and was now on the streets of New York.
"Let's go kill somebody." I said with anger. I went to go get some knives, guns, and some grenades. Later that night I was sneaking around and saw the man hiding behind a fence. At first I thought he saw me but I wasn't sure because of the mask. I snuck up behind him and attempted to shoot but I missed and he turned around and shot my hernia. I instantly fell to a deep sleep that I would never awake from.
