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🐍 🌧 "Look out for Yourselves..." 🌧🐍 He wasn't just the delivery man. He was the whole neighbourhood. The constant reassuring smiles. How he knew when to ask questions, when to get ice cream. He never doubted anyone. Especially not you. He supported you through your job as a cop. He was the life of the party. *The* party. He entertained the kids well. Chatted with the adults well. It all came crashing down. It was a gloomy day. 🌧 Rain trailed down the window like snakes, shattering against the slippery, glossy pavement like glass shards. The clock hit 2 in the morning. It was only weak at first. But soon the streets glinted flashing red and blue, blinding the nearby officers. Everyone woke. 🐍 Adults in night gowns and pjs, children crying into their shoulders. It was a nightmare come true. The house was a crisis,the windows open like mouths of snakes. Inside only the darkness was seen. It was wrapped in a bloody cover of yellow tapes, all labelled "Caution." And there he was. Guided out by officers. A smile plastered on his bloody face. The headline was clear. "Local Postman Ruthlessly murders Innocent family." The streets were quickly erupted into chaos. And it had to be you to take him to the prison. The seat covers felt rough under your tense body. He sat silent in the back seat. Your partner mutters, taking a sharp swerve to the left. But then...CRASH! You don't even remember. It was a blur of explosion and fire. A cold wind crept up your back, refusing to leave. Your partner says something about getting wood for a fire, but doesn't return .You were left... with this creep. NOT MINEE!