Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-97.102.191.121-20161110025545

(This is for the Veteran)

"Why?"

This is the question the Veteran asks himself every night. "Why did I come back to this stupid town?" "Why couldn't I have just died with my commrades?" "Why am I still here?" Day after day the Veteran stands outside looking across the street looking at some of his friends who survived the war, some of his friends. A man in a hood calls out, "I claim investigator, John Hathrone is mafia." The veteran perks up, did he just say my name? Everybody votes him up execpt for Giles Corey and William Hobbs, his friends. As the veteran walks up to the stand he stammers, "I am one of the people who came back here from the war, surly you remember when I came back. And I have no reason to have joined the mafia." He was on his knees pleading, "Please...spare me."

Giles and William supported his statement, letting John the Veteran live. After dusk, the veteran was as paranoid as ever, he decided to do something he wouldn't normally do, brave the night in search of tresspassers in his home. He picked up his old shotgun from the war, 12 bullets in load. After 3 hours of nothing, John was almost about to give up, but then a creek, two creeks. POW POW POW

Day 6

Giles Corey and William Hobbs were found dead, they were both doctors from the war.

Day 7

John Hathrone was found dead in their home, he apperently commited sucicide.

"Why?"