there was a brutality in everything. i noticed it. the way their lips would curl into a grin, showing those teeth that had bit and torn flesh apart. could picture the blood dripping down their chin, see them lick it off with an evil glee.

and nobody else saw it. but i took note of it. one day i'd show the world what was going on.
in my hand i could feel the outline of a gun, i don't know where it came from.