late night murder

It was a massacre, with each interracial soul poised as my victim, lined up in three uniformed battalions fifteen deep, unaware and under a cover of darkness. I ripped open the tent and my ruthless ambush was without warning. One by one I ripped out their guts singlehandedly relishing each kill, twisting their mangled bodies and drowning the carcasses in a pool of milk until no more Oreos remained.