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Final Boarding Call for Hell

What I would give to redo the past 24 hours of my life, I could have changed everything.

You see, I have fallen victim to them. The Watchers. I guess I should explain a bit. The town I live in doesn’t have a police force. We don’t have crime either. The Watchers are the reason for this. They keep track of everyone in the town, and everyone in the town knows their every movement is being watched.

Like the movements I made when I became fed up with my girlfriend’s shit. Like the movements I made when I was slamming the hot frying pan to her head. Like the movements I made when I tossed her body down the stairwell and locked the door.

They know what I did. I knew they were coming. I made my final stand right there, in my door way with a shotgun. I could see their eyes looking at me from the tree line. Just watching. Just waiting.

I stupidly fell asleep. I woke up here. Chained to the ground in the middle of the forest.

I can see the vultures circling now.

I think my time has come.

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