He knew he had to leave, get out of their, did that really just happen, he thought, did he really just viciously beat two people to death, he looked down at his bloody hands, a gun in one of them, and then leaned back in his stool and glanced down the bar on the floor, two bodies lying their and blood soaking into the carpet, and he realized this wasn't a dream. His mind began to race even more, he looked at the gun in his hand and thought, should I kill everyone, is there cameras in this place, and thought about a life in prison, he was never happy living a life of freedom, there was no way he could live in prison. he stands up and puts the money in his pocket, looks around at everyone, and starts to walk for the door, as he aproaches the man and woman on the floor, he realizes there is no going back, no fixing this fuckup, it was done, set in stone. He unlocks the door and walks to his truck, gets in, starts it and leaves, unsure of what to do or where to go, but he is sure of one thing, this is the beginning of the end of his life.
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