Sirens, gun fire, blood everywhere, the hunt. It all happened so fast. One moment Don was having a drink to cool himself down from a long tiring day of work then in the blink of an eye it all went to shit. Bar fights were common in the establishment Don goes to. Now and then someone would get caught in the cross fires and the fight would escalate even more. Well I don't know why but today was a terrible day for one of those annual bar fights to break out.

Who'd of think someone like Don would do what he did. It even shocked the costumers and bartenders. How one of the two biggest men in the bar at the time was killed in front of them. The big guy didn't mean to hit Don but when he did something in Don clicked in he felt fine. The pain from the strike to the back of the head was gone and he wasn't feeling tired or depressed anymore....he felt....alive. That's when a little voice inside his head said 'Its all a fantasy and if you close your eyes the pain will go away."

Don did as the voice instructed and opened his eyes. Everything seemed to slow down and before Don knew it he raised his mug and bashed the head in of the guy who bunbed into him. As he did so he laugh psychotically. Not to long after his little show begun the mug shattered over the man's skull he was dead long before that though. When Don stood back to his feet his suit was painted in blood and he whore a chaotic grin.

Some were throwing up while others ran out the bar screaming for their life. Don was just simply exiting the establishment. As he opened the door and the cold breeze met his face he snapped back into reality and looked around like he was drugged. Before he could get a grasp of the situation cops had already arrived and had their guns aimed at him like he committed a serious crime.

With out a second thought he ran in the directions of the woods cops quickly tailing him to take him down. Don was frightened, thrilled he felt alive. His body was fighting itself. He was going insane and the gun shots wasn't helping his stability. The more he went deeper into the woods there more these mysterious bright lights called out to him.

Before he knew it he was headed in that direction. It didn't take him long to reach the Carnival. The people entering was dressed weird and very oddly. Maybe Don could hide there plus his shirt being covered in blood would make it loom like a costume. He could just lie and say its fake blood and he's dressed as a zombie. Don decided to go with his plan and entered the Carnival getting few glances here and there. He wore a very frustrated expression as we walked between people. Unkowm to him his grip on reality was slipping away with every step he took.