Airport Massacre

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To I got out of my car to witness the killer heading towards me. I knew I shouldn't have tried to carry on from where Silverstone had left off. But it was too late. The Killer ran up the stairs and charged at me, but I grabbed him by the collar, lifted him with one hand and tossed him back down the steps. I sprinted into my house... I mumbled. "This damn killer is making me lose my sanity" I shouted. I rummaged through the ruins of my home and pulled out $2500 that had survived in the rubble. I sprinted out of my home and drove to my parents' house on top of Mt. Cyra.

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