I throw the phone to the side and look down at the good General laying in front of me. The phone sunk into the dirt under my feet as the wind started to pick up around us. The poor bastard didn’t know what hit him when I grabbed him at that gas station about three miles away. I hit him as hard as I could over the head with my nine millimeter pistol. Blood splattered all over my face and the metallic smell filled my nose. I miss this smell. I miss the feeling of hand to hand combat. I couldn’t do it when I was in prison because it is considered assault. Those other inmates are a bunch of p***y ass bitches.
He didn’t go down right away though, so it turned into a one on one fight and I had to hit him again. I hit him again and again and again and again! It took me so damn long to get him d
