The town fell asleep uncontented.
They seemed restless. In a normal town, the people would be perfectly happy living without death. But these were no ordinary people. They were bloodthirsty, eager for the sight of a smashed skull or a shootout.
Little did they know how soon their twisted wishes would be fulfilled.
As the day began, things seemed at peace. It wasn't long, however, until that calm silence was broken by a shriek. The citizens rushed excitedly into the alley from which the sound had emanated.
Quira stood there at the end, a deathly pale over her face. She was grasping a trash bag-- she had evidently been cleaning out her house. She pointed into the dumpster before her, aghast.
Inside, among the trash, lay a body. It was like that of a manniken, long pale limbs akimbo from the force of whoever had thrown it into this dirty coffin. A white pillow lay over the head, stained red by the now-dried blood that had so recently been flowing from the small circular hole in the pillow where the woman's forehead would be. Flies buzzed around excitedly, and the stench of the body was increased tenfold by the trash in which it lay.
The face was entirely gone. It was not until someone reached into her pocket and pulled out her driver's liscence did her identity become clear.
4.Dante - dead
3.DE - dead
Day 4 ends Friday morning at 4AM EST.
Why So Green And Lonely? We Are Accidents Waiting To Happen.