Walking down the glistening asphalt road, late at night, no cars in sight, nothing but the chirps of the crickets in the nearby forest. My hand aches. I pull up the sleeve of my hoodie and examine the strange notches on my palm.
I wonder what they are…
I feel a yawn overcoming me, I begin to stretch my arms… A cabin. Bloodied axe.
Mom and dad are dead.
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