I Killed the Killer
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Maybe it was a dark of mine fate when the doorbell sounded, meaning someone had just walked in the door of the small diner that had just opened. I was the only one working, so I quickly grabbed a note pad and pen. I walked over to the door, looking up to see a foreigner. The thing about a small town in West Virginia is that you know when someone comes from out of town or not. I put on my usual fake smile and tilted my head that usually impressed the newcomers. This guy looked pretty weird, almost in a hurry. Who was I to judge, though? I should've taken a second glance at this guy. Oh trust me, this is not the unoriginal cliche story about a man and a young woman falling in love. This is the story about how I survived with a murderer. This is the story of how I killed the killer.
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Here's a preview: I was awoken to a loud siren. I heard a loud pounding. “Vi?! Vi?!?! Are you there?!?!?!” I could barely hear him but I can tell that he was screaming at the top of his lungs. I got up and ran to the door and opened it. “Noah?! What the fuck is going on?!” I screamed. “I can’t hear you!!” He screamed back. The siren was too loud. I signed it out for him. He signed back that some wolfies broke into the camp. We ran to the kitchen and got some food and water. We stuffed it into our duffle bags. It seemed like it would last us about a month or so. We ran to the Hummer and we were off. I check my watch, it was 10 AM. I slept for a good 4 hours. I checked the rear view mirror to see if anyone was following. It was clear. “Who were they after?” I asked Noah, after 30 minutes of silence. I wasn’t looking at him but looking through the window. “Funny…. They were after you Vi.” He said with surprise in his voice.
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