'Blunt weapons are the worst, ' Dwight thought as he put slight pressure on a black spot on his leg. 'Damn Hillbilly, he doesn't ever break the skin and I think that's the worst part about it.' Black spots just like that one covered Dwight from head to toe, a black eye was common against The Hillbilly or The Cannibal; he limped away from his previous position. A dark yellow and grey spot hurt horribly as he walked, even though it was on his neck. The discolored bruise hurt like all hell as he put his hand to the back of his neck and applied pressure, he hissed through his teeth as a spike of pain shot up through his head and down his back. The dark spots that covered his body at least let him blend in with the darkness around him but he couldn't feel his nerves. Everything seemed numb, even though he could still see himself move around. He wished this killer was like all the others, with knifes and saws or something sharp.
Blunt weapons are simply, the worst.
