Date: 12/3/2016
By TDHOOKE
My girlfriend, some friends, and I crept through the corridors of a church killing everyone we saw on sight, no questions asked and no prisoners. Knives and bare hands made for quick and efficient finishers. One of us pulled out a chainsaw from nowhere, but was stopped for fear of setting off an alarm. He seemed deeply and disturbingly saddened by this. I remember one of the friends setting the alarm off anyhow later on, and out the chainsaw came. Blood covered the white walls like icing on vanilla cake.