A band of wastlanders

"What tha hell do ya thin we was doin when you's was gone?"The mayor muted.He then bent down over the still fresh corpse."Goodbye." He whispered silently into the ear of the doc.He then kissed her on her cold dead lips ."Lets go to tha centre of town everybody is there."

 

As they approached the town center they could hear a commotion.The native town folk where fighting with the newcomers."STOP...SHUT IT!" The Mayor yelled however his voice was drowned in the flood of noise.He then pulled out his revolver and fired three times in the air.The stunned crowed fell into silence. "So now I got you lot to stop your yapping.Can somebody mind telling me what's going on ?" The mayor demanded. An old local stepped forward "It's them lot coming to town an stirring up trouble."Then a newcomer responded "It ain't our fault you crazy ol bastard."then the two mobs started fighting once more.

 

One of the locals pulled out his revolver and shot wildly into the crowd of refuges.The two mobs split off from each over in a moment of panic and disarray.As the the shock of the event subsided a young pre teen boy was revealed to be the victim of the horrific crime.He stood drenched in his own blood before falling to the ground of now red sand.The crowds stood still like statues trapped in a moment of horror and disbelief however no one wept for the child or ran to his aid.He died alone, scared and nameless.The monster with the gun dropped his weapon with overwhelming guilt of his deed.

 

"Jon Bolt I charge you with murder. Sentence...death."After the mayor was done talking he pulled out his gun. The killer Jon Bolt then shouted, "Wait...Please I'm sorry. Just..."Before he could finish a gunshot echoed through the town and blood spilled from Jon's head.

 

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