Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket
Jumping quickly out of the jeep and running towards the two girls,you pull out your box cutter and shove it deep into one of the young girls throats. She grabs your arm in an attempt to pull the blade out of her throat, but to no avail. You slice downward, opeing up her windpipe like a great spewing canyon. She falls to her knees dying a peasants death on the walk as you approach the second screaming girl. She is immobilized in fear. She screams for help, then you grab her by the collar, yank her close then slit her throat horizantally; blood pours like a waterfall down her neck, staining her pink tanktop. You throw her to the ground as she also slowly bleeds out.
You stand silently, watching them die. It gives you sick pleasure watching two innocent lives be snuffed out. Its in this moment you realize your hatred for human beings and how they pollute the planet. You wish to be an eradicator of these mouth breathing planet killers who insult you at every turn. You will have your revenge.
After the girls die you drag their bodies and put them both in the back of your jeep. You continue on your way.
You stand silently, watching them die. It gives you sick pleasure watching two innocent lives be snuffed out. Its in this moment you realize your hatred for human beings and how they pollute the planet. You wish to be an eradicator of these mouth breathing planet killers who insult you at every turn. You will have your revenge.
After the girls die you drag their bodies and put them both in the back of your jeep. You continue on your way.