You meet three men in the woods. They are dressed in camo and hunting gear.They introduce themselves as Kent, Kentucky, and Dallas. They saw they are going to bring down the bigfoot. You say you are on a quest for the same creature, but to observe and photograph it. "In other words your a pussy", they say. You deny these charges and a argument quickly builds into a fight. Three on one and Kentucky stubs you in the gut with his hunting knife and twists it savagely. The fights out of you now. You hold your ripped open belly and fall to the ground. They get out there rifles and walk off a few yards. They flips coins to see who gets the first shot as you are too hurt to crawl away. Kent's first. He fires but his rifle jams. You try to crawl and a coil of intestine pokes out your wound. You scream and it hurts so bad to scream. Kentucky fires the round slams the ground in front of your and sprays your fade with dirt. "Stop it!", you beg. Dallas fires and his gun jams too. Kent can't get the jam worked out his rifle, he is still working on it. Kentucky fires and your head splits open, brains gently gliding in the air to flatten out against tree trunks.
The End