The Start
Jeff was sitting at the front of his house. He killed his parents, his brother. He has nothing left except him and his knife. he slowly stood up and put his knife and hands into his pockets. He walked away from the house before anyone can notice him. As he was walking down the street, he was thinking of places where no one would find him. Suddenly the sound of sirens sounded distantly behind him. He race toward the forest. He knew no one could find him there. At least at this time of night. He didn't think of bringing anything, but it struck him when he was halfway through the forest and felt a cold breeze. He didn't hear the sirens as much as he did. So he considered himself safe.((What do you guys think? Should I continue?))
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