[color=orange][center][h1]Vincent McGarth[/h1][/center][/color]
[color=orange]” Clara is indeed dangerous yet somehow if it involves hurting Erin she won't do anything. Or at least what we’ve all witnessed. My sister was also on some pills to make her darker have stop coming out hence when I told you about the attempted suicide granted most of that was my fault but it was unintentional nevertheless. No, Clara should be long gone by now and now we need to get to work. I would like to cremate the body first, find her head second and cremate it, and lastly I want Kyle’s head for what he's done.”[/color]

The man slowly shift out of his place, groaning in pain, as he did. The makeshift cast was not far from him which would make things better but only slightly. It didn't matter. Not in the slightest because the guy was on a warpath which only would stop if death claimed his soul. This wouldn't happen. Not in a million years. The brother placed the cast on his leg and awkwardly walked outside. The people were scared and shivered with his every step. His eyes flicked towards a woman, she was tall and blond, a bit filthy, but other than that not bad looking. Marlin was her name if Vincent remembered correctly. She had arrived with the first batch of survivors and proved to be the strongest so far despite her looking that way she was a voodoo master.

He shook his head and went farther towards his exclusive him to plan. This time Vincent wasn't going to get caught with his pants down again. Two people on the right, two on the left, maybe two in the back would provide a good idea of where to attack.
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