And slamming her arms down, the smack between the bat and the man's skull makes you flinch, as his blood splatters on the two of you. Gruesome, but familiar. Neither of you were new to this, not at all. This wasn't the first time you and Abby have done this. Killing countless men, after being hired to do so, or just cus you feel like it. Morally wrong? You two would beg to differ. Abby dropped the bat, smearing the blood off her face and giving the dead man a judgemental look. As if she was offended at his audacity to get her dirty. She turned to you, waving you over. "Help me out will ya?" She says, reaching into her bag and tossing you a pair of disposable gloves