Loneliness truly is underrated. It seeps into your every pore,leaving you empty. The familiar feeling of sorrow burrows it's way into to my heart and I know then that it's time. I need to hunt. Hunting is the only thing that makes me feel alive, the feeling of stalking my prey before I pounce. I put on my usual attire for situations like this. A pair of jeans and a dark black hoodie. I turn the keys in the ignition and listen to the familiar sound of my engine. A bright green VW beetle, unique but also normal enough to blend in. One rev for good luck and I'm off.
June 26th 2015, the hunt the begins
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