I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.I breathed in through my nose, dragging my feet towards the shish kebabbed vampire. I just need to kill the other one then I can leave. I’ll figure that out later I suppose. I sighed as I reached the rotting body that had been speared by the rod, god these things actually stink. I squatted down and patted the pockets down until I felt a hard rectangle in the front. I put my hand into the pocket after glancing around, it was just an ID and a pocket knife. I felt my stomach role as I stared at the picture on the plastic, the woman had blonde hair and blue
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