i awoke to the sound of loud squelching , only to see the horrifying sight of Sophia's throat being devoured upon by a Cannibal. Her eyes sat blank , her body motionless. It wasn't long before i charged the man , with my newly possessed knife from where i was laying on the hard floor , slowly but surely the blade of my knife dug its way into his head , from the bottom. His bloodied face grew more and more heavy as the life escaped his body , through the gaping hole under his jaw.
There lay before me two dead bodies and now in my hands Sophia's Old Hunting Rifle , funny to think i have less trouble killing people than talking to them , it's the world we live in i guess. My father always told me , "Never attack another person , who is simply trying to get by." i always live by that saying , but i have a feeling one day it will be the death of me. It's been a long journey tracking down that group that murdered him in cold blood , my own personal vendetta you could say. You could also say when i find them they are going to meet the sharp end of a butchers hook. Anyway hours on the road , there it was the sign message was clear , "The People Of Iowa Welcome You" ... i bet they do.
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