You were walking down the bloodied street, swaying your little arms. You were quite young so this was a weird reaction to blood anyone would’ve called you crazy or mentally unwell…anyone but your dad who was walking behind you. Zack foster, serial killer known for his brutal killings but who was also your strangely loving father

“Could you walk any faster? Your killin’ me here”

He grumbled and looked to the side, his scythe rested on his shoulder as he walked, his other hand in his pocket