YOU HAVE TO LIGHTBOX THIS. :)
the boy stood there, a teddy bear in his hand. he had pleasant eyes, a brown, maybe hazel, color. his pajamas were adorned with tiny bears dancing, frolicking, playing. his lower jaw was gone. a shotgun blast, easily at a close range, had ripped it from his face. they saw him standing there, in front of the garage. he was her next door neighbor's son. eddie, she thinks.
"he has to die," he says.
she can only nod as she shuts her eyes, the crack of golf-club against skull sounding.
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City is from the poster of The Walking Dead.