Physiicz
Sad Boy Status
Small Jack[SIZE=12.0pt]
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The rat ta tat tat of the guns scared Jack. The bullets pierced the infected, sending them to the ground with gruesome injuries.
Jack was curled in a small ball, inside a small shop.
His small hands covered his small ears.
The guns just wouldn’t stop, the men wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t the infected people’s fault that they were that way right?
Jack curled up tighter, safer, smaller.
Jack’s small clothes were ragged and torn.
His small body racked with fear.
Everything about Jack was small.
Everything except his hunger.
Hunger for brains.
Short stories with a big impact. Did it work?
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The rat ta tat tat of the guns scared Jack. The bullets pierced the infected, sending them to the ground with gruesome injuries.
Jack was curled in a small ball, inside a small shop.
His small hands covered his small ears.
The guns just wouldn’t stop, the men wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t the infected people’s fault that they were that way right?
Jack curled up tighter, safer, smaller.
Jack’s small clothes were ragged and torn.
His small body racked with fear.
Everything about Jack was small.
Everything except his hunger.
Hunger for brains.
Short stories with a big impact. Did it work?
