Henry was sitting in the car, silently watching the Loser’s afar near the abandoned house. He was covered in blood, mainly his face and in his mullet hair.

”Like lambs into the slaughter.”

He spoke in a neutral voice, turning to face Belch who was sitting in the passenger seat.

”What do you say, fellas?”

He spoke, but Belch & Vic didn’t respond. Both were dead. Accept for you and pat he was in the middle n u were on the right side.. it was creepy seeing ur brother vics throat slit