Mr, jones of manor farm. had locked the hen-houses for the night. too drunk to remember. He forgot to shut the pop-holes. the ring of light from his lantern. he lurched across the yard. kicked off his boots. drew himself a glass of beer. he made his way to bed. Mrs. Jones was fast asleep.
Bang! the door opens. I’m running away from this crazy man. I’m running out the door. he aims, knives cut my back. Cormick is running after me. I’m sluggish. the knives I feel them cutting deeper into me. Cormick not stopping. my back is still being riddled with knives like I’m a dartboard. Cormick laughing maniacally. “this is where you shall die” as Cormick says that I make a sprint for the road, suddenly a car hits me ending my life for the last time. Cormick says “no you coward, you should’ve died with great honour by Mr. lea”.
Cormick is standing over my bleeding broken body, “finally this man has been exterminated” Cormick turns around to walk away and puts on his glasses.
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