Corpses, lots of corpses. Everywhere.
"why are you doing this?" George said
The farmer didn't reply, instead he cackled, a horrible cackle, like a witch on a broomstick in the night sky.
Finally he stopped. "This is for your own good!"
"What do you mean?" George said.
"Who are these people?"
"No-body you would like to meet" the woman chirped in.
The farmer took out a blade. George didn't remember anything from that. It must have happened as quick as a flash. There his life was taken from him. Why? We will never know why, all we know is he is dead thats it. make what you want to make out of it but, George has joined the corpses, stripped flesh and blood everywhere.
"that's what the stain is!"
