It was a cold morning. Fog rolled across the sea of grassland before me. I thought about what actions led me here. My name is Greg and I am 23 years old. I am or was a butcher. You see, I grew up in a small rural town in the Midwest and there was a limited number of jobs. I started part time working for a family run butcher shop. Soon I found myself working full time when I graduated highschool. I never loved the job but I didn't hate it either. I found the love of my life at age 20. Her name was Tracie. She was a bright cheerful young woman who was truly my better half. We got married a year after meeting leading to her tragic disappearance two years later. I was heart broken. I had sacrificed so much to be with her. She was my everything. I feared her death or her running away to be with someone else. I wasn't sure what is worse. I decided I needed to move on. So I planned to move north, because obviously I wasn't lonly enough. After moving I found work at another small butcher shop. I spent most of my time butchering but on occasion my boss would send me to run deliveries due to our small staff. Today was one of those days. Today was the day I discovered Poor Man's Chopping Block.
