Day ~ 3 “Come to Carcer,” they say. They didn’t say nothing about playing hide-and-seek with some pussy.
Dominic, or ‘Satanist’ as he was known amongst fellow gang-members, was growing tired of this game. For two days and two nights he had been scouring Carcer for a man known as ‘The Tramp’. Starkweather insisted that he was found and killed, as he bore witness to a rather nasty beating of a reporter. Although Dominic suggested that since the Tramp was almost always drunk, he couldn’t possibly remember the incident. Starkweather, on the other hand, responded by saying that anyone can remember anything, if they really want to.
So, that’s how he ended up in the slums of the town, wondering around with an almost drunken demeanor. Just as Dominic was about to turn in, he caught some movement in the corner of his eye. Shambling around the street corner, singing at the top of his lungs and waving the bottle of brandy clutched in his hands, the Tramp seemed oblivious to Dominic’s presence, only pausing once or twice to draw breath and continue his drunken tirade.
Melding into the shadows, Dominic snuck up behind the old man, getting close enough to hear his breathing. Pulling a knife, he grabbed the Tramp and placed the knife at his throat.
‘Good evening me amigo. Perhaps you and I can have a little chat’.
‘Say wha?' the drunk responded, clearly oblivious to the danger he was in.
Sighing, Dominic shoved the man roughly onto the ground, pulling out his gun, a Browning 9 millimeter Hi-Power, he stuffed the barrel roughly down the man’s throat.
’f*ck this!’ Dominic thought, pulling the trigger three times, the bullets punching through the back of the man’s skull, spraying flesh and blood aplenty on himself and the sidewalk. Unsatisfied, Dominic grabbed his knife, using the nine-inch long rusty blade to gouge out the man’s eyeballs.
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Pancakemix,
The Tramp(
Townie), Has Been Killed!
It Is Now Day 3! With 8 Alive It Takes 5 To Lynch!