After the massacre, I never saw my Mother or Stacy again.
I went away from that place and I kept walking.
I find a clothing store and since it was getting cold, I had to get some jackets.
I took a brown poncho and wore it, covering my face.
Both roamers still following me in chains because I wanted to punish them, dragging them around.
After a while, I realize that they kept me safe. Other roamers did not approach me.
My roamers started getting thinner and thinner by the days.
I packed some of my clothes and I placed them in a duffle bag.
I carried two duffle bags, so I placed one duffle bag on Mike's back and the other on Terry's.
"You two will serve me well, pet roamers."
I never stayed in a place anymore, instead I kept walking.
While I was walking on a cold night, I stopped by to see a barn burning to the ground with roamers emerging from it.
I gave a sigh and still kept walking until I disappeared from the humans and I just moved on.
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