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I head down the stairs, bat raised. I go to the bottom and a mangled cry comes from one around the corner. I smash it's brains out with a war cry. It has a piece of my mom's blouse between it's teeth. It must be the one who....

I start laying into it. It killed my mother and i was going to destroy it's body.

I finished and headed upstairs to change. The house was eerily silent. I put on a gray hoodie and a fresh pair of jeans and started loading two changes of clothes along with a baseball into my bag. I pack a cord of nylon rope to be safe. I head downstairs and cram some food along with a bunch of matches and lighters. I take a rag, and wipe the blood off of my aluminum bat. I go to the door and head down the sidewalk.