Telling an old story to news reporter about how old whore’s used to smash birds eggs off a bridge so potential customers wouldn’t be distracted by birds. A few minutes before they had been laughing, call abuse at an obese man who had been chasing them, but now they ran frantically through dark corridors in the underbelly of the city complex. Their uniforms were adorned with grim and filth from their hurried retreat. After taking a wrong turn the came out into the shopping centre and tried to find a way out. It was futile and they were attacked by a gang of angry people, the girl was injured in the attack, yet she only sustained minor cuts and bruising. The next minute they were back in the tunnels and she was dead. As mike climbed out of the tunnel he found he was in a school and he tried to look like one of the pupils, but as he made for the exit he saw them carry the girls corpse of the tunnel area. She was white and the bruises had come up on her pale skin like thick black shadows. the doctor was stood with tears in her eyes. members of the attacking crowd stood around tearful, among them were her parents. He stood transfixed at his shameless display. “and here” called out the doctor, who seem very young “is the bit I love” and he hoisted up the dead girls dress. The parents began to cry and He began turned his gaze away as the girls insides sprayed from her vagina and rectum, showering the crowd in blood and shit. Mike looked back with tears streaming down his face, fighting the impending feeling that he was about to vomit, and saw her eye sockets were filling with pools of dark clotted blood.
The closed flower on the bedside was now open.
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