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Stephen readies his pistol near the back of the creature's head.
It doesn't know he's there, but many others will if he decides to squeeze that trigger.
Something lingers in his mind, something that almost overtakes his primal instinct to survive.
A thirst that can finally be quenched: purpose.
A goal of purging as many of these beings as possible.
It manages to subside as he lowers the handgun and move on, leaving the wretched being to roam the earth.
He walks through his clothing shop, nothing of value that hasn't been already looted, but he wasn't interested in that anyways.
A continued walk through the back and into the alleys, he spots what he was really there for as he sits down on the concrete ground, back rested against a dumpster that no longer has its normal use, and stares.
He stares at the corpse of Dewey, the head partially blown out from a bullet, flies continuously swarm it.
He deeply exhales, his eyes never leaving the body for minutes on end until suddenly his ears raise, the mask concealing his face, rising from underneath: a smile.
It doesn't know he's there, but many others will if he decides to squeeze that trigger.
Something lingers in his mind, something that almost overtakes his primal instinct to survive.
A thirst that can finally be quenched: purpose.
A goal of purging as many of these beings as possible.
It manages to subside as he lowers the handgun and move on, leaving the wretched being to roam the earth.
He walks through his clothing shop, nothing of value that hasn't been already looted, but he wasn't interested in that anyways.
A continued walk through the back and into the alleys, he spots what he was really there for as he sits down on the concrete ground, back rested against a dumpster that no longer has its normal use, and stares.
He stares at the corpse of Dewey, the head partially blown out from a bullet, flies continuously swarm it.
He deeply exhales, his eyes never leaving the body for minutes on end until suddenly his ears raise, the mask concealing his face, rising from underneath: a smile.
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