I stopped going to work. My walks in the woods wouldn't let me. I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone why. How could I tell of the bullets that I had... > Lire la suite
I stopped going to work. My walks in the woods wouldn't let me. I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone why. How could I tell of the bullets that I had shot into the eye sockets of those people who weren't really people anymore wandering about at the edge of the woods?