Hidden

Now what to do with a hundred scout corpses...

I am back!
          The scouts have been exterminated.

I can only hide in my closet for so long.

The sun has been blocked out of the windows from the scouts.
          They have actually climbed atop each other, it’s all to who takes the second shot now.

It is true, the scout is dead. I am afraid of what will happen now.

I think I shot a scout.

I may or may not have strangled a scout.
          
          There is now a screaming girlscout in my closet and a gun in my hand.

For every scout, there is a gun and for every me, I am scared.

The scouts are threatening me.

More and more children are piling up in my front yard. Send help, they have ammunition.