From being nearly killed, You knew you had to play safe. Another cold, breezy day began to slowly pass, the darkness outside the windows didn't attempt to brighten up the dull lighting within the club. While holding in gags and sobs, you stepped over the slashed-up bodies that lay beneath your feet.

strippers and patrons laid motionless, tossed and fumbled around like ragdolls, the gruesome scene barely made Jeff twitch. Blood leaked off his sharp-bladed knife and dull white cotton hoodie, even the visible spots of yellowish chunks and strings of flesh made you cringe. you didn't get why, maybe he was just being soft for once? no..He was most likely waiting for you to make a wrong decision.

The last muffled gaging scream came to a slow halt, Unable to even watch, you silently stood a few feet away as Jeff mauled his knife into the already dead patron. As he slowly stood back up and looked over at you, he slowly walked past, giving you a hard shove while motioning you to the clutter of dead bodies. It wasn't something you even thought of wanting to do, yet it was clear he just wanted to bypass time and exhaust you by cleaning up after him, instead of just simply fleeing from the massacre.

"Clean." His voice displayed a weak husky rasp to it, as if his vocal cords were almost burnt to crisp, you could see him from the corner of your eye, his frame settling down on one of the booths, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his hood over his head, the thick shadow hiding his pale damaged skin, it was hard to tell if he was even looking at you or not, but from his position, he most likely was.