Payne of the Bite (Pt.10)

"With the "Higher-Ups" now testing the prototype specimen's full potential, the final stage of their scientific discovery had arrived. Experiments to redesign clinically insane criminals' genetic makeup had taken place by placing them one by one in testing rooms. The bio-weapon militia had begun to gather in various parts of the United States and had begun to change those within its population. Because it was the evolution witnessed firsthand in the underground facility that enabled those in charge to devise a plan to destroy the human race. The Darkness' takeover of the realm had begun."

As the former bank robber's GPS signal weakened, only static could be heard on the radio. Michael's intuition warned him that something was wrong with the scenario. As Micheal drove through the mud and trees, a foggy mist began to obscure the view around his vehicle. The green moss on the ground began to glow. The former bank robber decided to park and explore on foot after setting a startling ambiance and coming to a brief halt due to reaching a synthetic blockade of rocks and knocked over trees.

Micheal felt lost somewhere in the middle of the Los Santos wilderness. The former bank robber was confident as he unpacked his duffel bag full of firearms and ammunition that he could handle any terrain or enemy in his path. Micheal began pacing, unaware of the evil entity lurking within the forest of trees and mud. The manic pilot awoke in a daze, unsure of where he was or what had happened to him in his trailer home.

The manic pilot's hands were tied, keeping him suspended in the air by metal chains. The manic pilot's face was hidden behind a black knitted bag. When the manic pilot heard footsteps approaching, he began cursing his kidnapper. When the footsteps ceased, Swineface removed the bag from the manic pilot's head. The face of the Swineface killer had been vaguely familiar to the manic pilots. A few years ago, the manic pilot stomped to death the former girlfriend of a biker gang leader.

After all this time, the Swinface killer seemed to have decided to exact revenge on the manic pilot. Without saying anything, the woman in red and black attire looked deeply into the manic pilot's eyes and paused for a moment. Perhaps she was taking in the last moments before carrying out her plan. The swine mask was walking towards the table as the women turned around. As the Swineface killer's chanting began to fade, shadows began to move.

The rusted hooks of despair began to form around the manic killer without hesitation. The manic pilot's previous wrongful killings appeared to have finally caught up with him. Because his vision of the road ahead was obscured by mist, the former bank robber was suspicious of the forces at work. As Micheal walked through the forest, echoes of sorrow and pain began to call to him.

Past events that had been buried as a result of the yacht incident gradually resurfaced. Living in New York and being in the swamps moss began to clash. While working as a cop, I also have a reduced wife and child. From a distance, the ex-bank robber noticed a woman holding a baby. In his peripheral vision, Michael noticed dark shadows moving closer to him. Micheal was aware of a knot in his throat.

Without thinking, the ex-bank robber began shooting from every angle in the hopes of escaping his fate. After the shooting was over, a pale tree-like figure appeared in front of the former bank robber. Before he could react, Micheal's chest was pierced by the pale tree-like figure's fist. Those from Micheal's past stood silently around him as the former bank robber lay bleeding out on the floor.

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