This choice: Set the package down and begin the cleanup of the body... • Go Back... You set the package down, content for the moment to let it be, and commence with the cleanup of the dead postal worker's body. First though, you'll need some towels for the blood and other supplies. You leave the body momentarily as you head back inside to find your things. Rummaging through the washing room, you can't find your cleaning supplies anywhere. "I know I left them right here," you say softly. A faint whisper of suspicion is running through your mind and the wheels are starting to turn in that certain instinctual part of the human psyche; your "gut". You feel a deep sense of foreboding once again creep up your spine, and you realize that this unlucky stranger was not the source of the sense of dread that is now shaking you to your very core. To kill a man in cold blood takes heartlessness, but the resolve that moved upon you when you pulled the trigger is now waning, ebbing away like the slow drain of water down a clogged pipe. Subconsciously, your mind has been registering a faint hum that seems to be coming from the front yard. Still consciously ignorant of this noise though, you continue the fruitless search for your janitorial belongings. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes pass and finally you decide to give up. You determine that you'll just have to make do with what you can readily find. You walk to the bathroom near the back of the house, headed for the used towel rack. As you near the back door, you are finally alerted to the slow hum of which that up to this point, you had been oblivious. It had grown in volume, and was Still increAsing, Still growinG LouDer, AnD now IT waS BEcomiNG a ROAR...THE HUM IS DEAFENING, BLASTING THROUGH THE HOUSE>>>NOW WINDOWS ARE SHATTERING ALL AROUND YOU>>>YOUR EARS BEGIN TO BLEED, THE RED BLOOD TRICKLING DOWN THE SIDE OF YOUR FACE<<<YOU SCREAM FOR IT TO STOP BUT IT JUST KEEPS GROWING LOUDER>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ;>>>>>>>LOUDER>>>>>>> 2;>>>>>>>LOUDER STILL>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>>
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now all is silence.......the deafening shot still reverberates without sound in the valley................................
all is silence...the black your vision swirls in is reflective of the black in your heart......................................
the broken part of the machine that malfunctioned, caused this mishap, created disrepair, brought heartache, bloodshed, tears of terror, and the maligned state of your self..................................................
all is silence......................................................................... .........................................................................
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