[SweetSuicide]

I kept walking with my head down. I didn't want to look around me because everything was dead and lifeless. I looked up for a quick second and saw a truck parked in the road in front of my with someone stepping out of it. I was thinking aobut running. I knew I was wanted and I've seen people get carried off in during the night. I was debating on runing away or not or just keep walking towards it. I knew I could take on anyone that came my way. I've used my machete before to kill people and I wasn't afarid to use it again. I kept walking towards the truck. I wasn't afarid to take on this person. As I walked closer I could tell it was a lady in her 20s, so not that much older than me. I pulled my machete out a little from its holder on my side do I could grab it eaiser.

"Who are you?" I asked the lady. She didn't respond. *who is she? I really want to know* I asked her again and still no response. "Ok lady. You've been following me for a few days now. What do you want so badly?" She finally got the nerve to get up and speak.

"My name's Charlene. I'm a Bounty Hunter but I guess you already knew that. I guess you also know you're wanted. I was sent here to get you." I knew she was scared. Everyone that knew of my past was scared of me. I chuckeld at her fear.

"Yes Charlene, I know I'm wanted. I know that you have to take me back to King Raymond. And you think I'm going to go willing?" I pulled out my machete. "Well, the only way I'll go with you is if I'm dead. And that's a promise." I knew she couldn't kill me. I'd be worthless dead. Charlene backed off and turned back to her truck.

From over her shoulder she shouted back to me, "Suzette, I'll get you one day. And you'll never see it coming." I laughed and turned to walk be on the road that was gone. I started to walk as I heard a boy cry from the bushes next to me. His scream pierced my ear drums. He was being attacked by something. I quickly drew out my machete and threw it at the brush, praying I didn't hit the poor boy. I quickly ran over and checked on him. He was ok. A little shaken and crying but ok.

"What happened?" I asked him as I gave him a hand to get up. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was hurt for me killing his dog. I knew how he felt. Having something so close to you just being killed right in front of you. It was a painful thing but it makes you stronger. He explained everything to me how Samuri , the dog's name, was fine one second and then crazy the next.

"By the way, my name's Suzette. What's your's?" I tried to start up a conversation but it was pointless. This kid was obviously upset over me killing his dog so I started to walk on but he didn't follow. He was still holding the body of Samuri in his arms like a baby. I walked over to him.

"Dude, letting go of him is the best thing you can do. If you keep mourning his death, you're just going to go crazy and forget everything.You seem like a good kid and I don't want to see that happen to you." I tried to comfort him but it was pointless.This kid obviously was in love with this dog. I got up and walked away from him. I had to go on. I couldn't stand to see another person die. So I walked on down the road, hopeing nothing else could happen to me in one afternoon..