{And then there was Greg}
Apr 19, 2011 18:19:54 GMT -5
Post by Esmer on Apr 19, 2011 18:19:54 GMT -5
*Greg*
I wake in the mine with my lovely rock-pillow under my head. Staring at my watch, I groan. Ten o'clock is wayy to early for a weekend. Speaking of which, I should probably get out of here before someone comes. I grab my rucksack with my stone weapons and money in it and prepare to leave. But as I walk away, I hear footsteps. A man whom I recognize as another miner, one who forgets things frequently, walks into the small cavern where I sleep. He stares at me, then opens his mouth to call for help. Before he gets a sound out, I tackle him. Damn. If I let him go, he'll tell. Then I'll have to live with my mother again. There's only one way to silence him.
I snap his neck.
After I drag the body away and conceal it behind a boulder far away from my sleeping cavern, I leave the mine, smiling as if nothing ever happened.
OOC: Sorry for the shortness
I wake in the mine with my lovely rock-pillow under my head. Staring at my watch, I groan. Ten o'clock is wayy to early for a weekend. Speaking of which, I should probably get out of here before someone comes. I grab my rucksack with my stone weapons and money in it and prepare to leave. But as I walk away, I hear footsteps. A man whom I recognize as another miner, one who forgets things frequently, walks into the small cavern where I sleep. He stares at me, then opens his mouth to call for help. Before he gets a sound out, I tackle him. Damn. If I let him go, he'll tell. Then I'll have to live with my mother again. There's only one way to silence him.
I snap his neck.
After I drag the body away and conceal it behind a boulder far away from my sleeping cavern, I leave the mine, smiling as if nothing ever happened.
OOC: Sorry for the shortness
