The Man of Sin

The Slaughter

Everything isn't what it use to be, everything is gone, everything is dead. People spend their lives in fear, grasping for hope and happiness, its all useless, they are all going to die. Am i one of these people? No, I couldn't be happier.

In my old life, i was the guy that took everyone's shit, the guy that said "yes, sure thing" with fake enthusiasm and did what the repulsive fat lard of a wife slash boss told me to do but now, i am a king. A king that walks the land of the dead. I take what i want and if someone says no, ill have no trouble putting a blade through their throat and watching them bleed out looking as pathetic as i once was.

I am known well among the survivors, they know not what my actual name is but they all call me "The Man of Sin". My name however is Taylor Kennedy, although i would like Sin Kennedy to catch on, has a ring to it doesn't it.
Doing my daily route, looking for people i could steal from and with a little bit of luck, kill. its always fun when they put up a fight, drawing a gun on me, hesitant to fire, fear drenching their face and sometimes their pants and then BAM! got 'em right between the eyes with a hatchet, they all ways drop like a sack of shit and smelling like one too.

I came across this couple, they had a decent amount of supplies and i wanted it, it was nothing i didn't already have but the fact was i didn't have theirs and i wanted to change that.

"Hey! now listen here, i ain't going to hurt you, all i want is everything you have. Drop your bags and gear and leave!"

Oh of course he pulled a gun, they always do and i couldn't help myself but chuckle.

"look, do you have any idea who i am? waving that gun at me wont help you, in fact, it has just made your whole situation a lot more fucked!"

"i,i,i don't wanna shoot you mister. please just leave my family and i alone!"

its adorable how he is trying to be the big hero, sticking up for his wife. i almost respect that, if it weren't for the piss running down his leg. I must have caught him on a toilet break.

"you obviously don't realise who you are pointing that pistol at, I'm The Man of Sin, Sin Kennedy!"

His eyes freeze over with terror as he hears my name, the fear already leaving his body is sure as hell coming a lot faster now. He doesn't say anything, he just stands, staring at me like a deer in headlights and this is always my favourite part, the part where they know that they are screwed so they lower their gun and...

BAM!

holy shit. he shot me! God damn this guy has bigger balls then i gave him credit for, unfortunately for him his aim is as awful as his toupee and he only skimmed my arm. my blood trickling down my arm is an liberating feeling and i embrace the adrenalin. Dashing towards him, staring straight into his eyes, never looking away. Panicking he shoots wildly but missing every time. As i run i slide my hatchet into my hand. Iv'e never been a big fan of guns, i like to get up close and see the souls leaving their once life enriched bodies, swinging my arm up violently i cut open the man's stomach. His insides spilling out like tipping out a bowel of noodles. Wrapping my hand around his throat i hold him up and peer deeply into his eyes. with his last moments i tell him that he should have listened to me and it would have saved his life.

Would someone please shut this woman up! God damn her screaming is more painful than the open wound on my shoulder!

"shut up! i wont even kill you as long as you just shut the hell up!"

she just keeps screaming, granted she did just see me gut her husband but ive done way worse and ive never heard someone scream this obnoxiously loud before

"Go run! before my ear start to bleed!"

i think she finally heard me over her own voice, she sure is booking it though, she isnt even looking back

Now that the deafening scream is gone i can finally focus, looking down at the dead man i feel the slightest hint of guilt and shame. It just mustn't be my day, maybe i just didn't feel up to killing, it happens sometimes.

in the distance is a young sounding voice calling for their mother and father, this couple must have had a child. I'm disgusted knowing that the woman just ran away, didn't even try to get her kid before leaving and i know; why am i, this big strong devilishly handsome murderer, caring so much about a snotty nosed shit head?. Iv'e always had a soft spot for kids, i actually use to have one of my own. Loved her more than any thing in the world, my little girl. My little Hanna.