Intro.

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Andy stared down at the pale form at his feet, completely drained of blood. It's hair was fanned out around it's head and it's eyes were closed, like it was sleeping. He took one last look, his mouth curled with disgust, before kicking it into the hole he had dug minutes before. He quickly covered it with the dirt. He was walking back the way he came silently when he looked back and picked up a small, white flower, before placing it on the makeshift grave. He then walked on, not turning back.

A/N: What do you think? Should I continue? The other chapters will be longer, I promise!

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