The sound of grunts and gunshots echoes throughout the woods. Snow that fell
upon the trees, rustle in the chilly wind.
A man rushes out of a two-story house that seemed like it was abandoned but
to those who knew little, that house is very much occupied by scum. The man clutches
on to his arm as he runs while leaving droplets of crimson along the white pathway that
leads to nowhere.
The very scum who currently reside in the almost torn down house are now facing
four men; one ruthless yet passionate, the other overprotective yet considerate, the
youngest perky and caring but wishes to kill, and lastly one who is simply trying to get it
over with.
“Hey don't run away!” A boy, the youngest who is of twenty-one years, runs out of
the house with a pout along his boyishly handsome features. He chases after the man who
left his crimson trail for the young one to follow.
“Hey, you can't just leave! I haven't killed you yet!” The boy shouts as he catches up
