Frantically searching for a twinkie

You get out of your car in a small nearby town. As you bumble your way along you notice a lot of people staring, and you begin to grow self-concious. A small child points and laughs. Two teenage girls look at you while whispering to eachother. "It's not my fault!" you cry. "Yea, right," A nearby man replies with a skeptical look on his face. You rush out of the town square and turn into a dark alley, looking for a hospital. But out of the corner of your eye you notice something.

Written by Zach Richardson

You notice a suspicious short man with a cloth around his face

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