He Replaced the butt of his gun back into his shoulder, pulling back the lever to slot another bullet into the barrel. His face a passive mask. He leveled it toward her skull.
"Ow! Don't hit!"
I jumped when Mark shot and killed first the man, who I didn't much care for, and then the women. After the carnage was over I said in a saddened tone, "These people weren't armed Mark, we got what needed. You should've been the better man and walked away."
Grabbing the clothes i put them on laughing at him " fine we can do it again!" I said jokingly. By the look of the clothes they must be pyjamas from the 20s. I hated them but its better then being 'BUTT ASS NAKED!' In front of others. " I really wish we could ride all the rides right now...wait nvm umm maybe we should help the others....unlesss thats what the director wants us to do.."
Her head exploding into meat confetti, her skull, brains, and gore splattered your clothes. She fell back, body convulsing, as if trying to register the mass damage done to it. You're free now. There's a ton of food, weapons, and water you could ever hope for. Do you decide to ransack the house or do you head over to the amusement park?
He didn't raise his voice in anger, it was not worth the energy. He did however look at Nate as he handed the man back the weapon. " Behind their smile and behind their fear, these people are not innocent, they are unnatural they're monsters. What do you think would happen if we let them live?" He let the awnser hang in the air for a few moments before he anwnsered it himself.
I giggled, wrapping my arms around her waist, "Soooo, butt sex?" I cooed in her ear jokingly, I slid behind the booth, examining everything back here: Her clothes, a basket, and... that's it. There wasn't anything special, really.
(( I was raised to believe that some crimes are too horrible, that some people do not deserve life. That I should form my own opinion on things and that i should have morals and live by them.))
I shrugged, idly looking over an assortment of random carnival stuff at the booth, "Huh, just your clothes and..." I paused, bending over, picking up a little baseball, "... This." Nothing of interest. It appears Starkweather has something planned. We don't know what! Sighing, I feigned a snore, closing my eyes, rocking myself back and forth on Lydia's back, "I'm tiiiiiired!"
Jack trudged towards the amusement park with Laura; his legs ached and his breathing was coming through a little shallow; but besides that he was pretty much back to normal; given another ten minutes; he would be fine again; just unable to exert himself quite as much for the next few hours. That is; unless his adrenaline level shot through the roof again; and there was no saying it wouldn't; he wondered about what sort of punishment his body would be able to take under those conditions until it refused to obey him anymore.
They reached the amusement park; other participants in the game were also here; some stood alone; others together; all either had connected chains just as he and Laura had; or broken ones where they'd managed to break free of their partners. It was difficult to determine their intentions; their moods seemed to vary greatly; one pairing seemed inordinately pleased; like they were...glowing almost. What happened to them? Why are they so damn pleased with themselves?
