The next day was more or less a carnival for the freedom of the group. A shooting gallery with tied up bimbos everyone took shots at to win stuffed animals from the old people's attic. A "Test your strength." game, the old couple's popcorn and cotton candy makers, lemonade, BBQ on the grill, it was truly great.
"Yes, nothing can ruin this moment, and I mean...."
*BAM!*
Colin was cut off from talking to himself by that geeky guy Chester getting shot in the head.
"....nothing?" the gamer frightenedly said.
The man who walked up wore a ski mask, but his face showed clear rage along with the rage filled grip of his shotgun.
"You killed my parents, and now I'm killing ALL OF YOU! Just make some goddamn babies, but no! Well, GET READY TO DIE!" the man yelled as he fired away, striking down everyone with shift and grusome furry.
*Blam!*
Brains in the cotton candy.
*Blam!*
Blood all over the strength test.
*BLAM, BLAM, BLAM!*
With twenty minutes, everybody except Colin and Ebony were dead. The goth clung to him in fear.
"You two planned it, I saw it all in the security footage. So I'll shoot you last. Any final words?" the masked gunner asked.
"I'm sorry, Martin." Ebony said to her love as she looked at the sky.
"I regret all of my life choices." Colin bluntly said.
*BLAM, BLAM!*
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Game Over: Maybe a carnival celebrating the fact you killed those old people probably wasn't the best idea.