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Forrest was in his living room, drinking a cup of coffee while he read the latest newspaper at his kitchen table.
A soft knock at his door made the man look over.
Arming himself with the revolver he got for himself after the attack at KFAM, he tip toed to the door, looking out the peephole before gasping.
He unlatched the door, swinging it open to see you standing there.
"Hey Forrest." You smile with a wave before he hugged you in relief.
"I thought you hadn't made it! It's so good to see you." He smiled, pulling away after the soft embrace. "How have you been?"
"Good, good. Doing better. How about you?" You smile up at him as he invited you inside.
"Healing. And I got a gun." He showed it off to you, making sure the safety was on.
"Nice. Good call too." You laughed. "Is it okay if I ask a favor of you, feel free to say no if you want."
"Of course, anything. What do you need?" He asks, sitting down on his chair as he offered you a seat on the couch.
You sat down, sighing awkwardly.
"So... I didn't get away on my own, right?" You started, rubbing the back of your neck as Forrest nodded. "Henry stitched me up and got me away from Peggy and Marie."
Forrest's eyes widen.
"And you escaped?" He asks before you but your lip and shook your head.
"He's been protecting me since what happened at the radio station. He killed Marie, I killed Peggy." You confessed making his eyes widen even more it seemed.
"You killed Peggy? How? She was relentless!" He exclaimed making you nod.
"She started it, she tried ramming us off the road." You chuckled. "But, yeah... Henry's downstairs in the car and we don't have the money or jobs to get gas anymore so I was just wondering if you'd be okay with us crashing with you?"
He nodded, smiling.
"Of course I'm okay with it. I've got a guest bedroom for a reason. Tell him to come on up. Do you need help with your things?" He asks, standing up with you.
"That'd be nice, thank you." You smile before you both went downstairs and met Henry in the parking lot.
"Hey." He said awkwardly, avoiding meeting Forrest's eyes.
"Hey, Henry. You been alright?" Forrest asks, rubbing the slightly shorter guy's back making Henry nod.
"Yeah, I'm good, thank you." Henry met his gaze not sensing any hostility, smiling in relief.
Then as you popped open the trunk, you grabbed your bags as Forrest jumped spotting the machete laying near the back.
"Damn, where'd you get that?" Forrest exclaimed.
"Funny story." Henry chuckled.
"I'll tell you all about it," You began as Forrest helped you guys unload, becoming a sort of stand in father figure for you both, taking you guys under his wing so willingly.
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the killer's obsession | the whistling man
Horrornew to the small town of Gallows's Creek, you got a job as a pizza delivery person. But one delivery, you got a bigger tip than expected in the form of Henry Barrow. But the poor boy has mommy issues he has to sort out first, and he needs your help
