The sidewalk was all normal today, and the bushes were pretty ordinary, but there was a huge car-crash up ahead and that definitely wasn't an everyday thing. I ran up really quick and got a good look at this really nasty and brutal car crash. There were seventeen cars involved.
The wreck looked really bad, what with all the people in the cars trying to limply pull themselves from the twisted mess. There was fire and smoke everywhere. I ran up to make sure I could see everything really clearly.
Some guy was over on one of the other sidewalks and was puking his nuts up through his throat. He must not like seeing car crashes, especially ones this nasty and awful. Smoke rose to the sky and it was almost hard to see because it was so dark. The fire looked really good against the nighttime darkness.
I could hear screams and people crying. One of the really young girls that was in the wreck and was crawling all limp-like away from the fire and smoke yelled, "Mommy! I need my mommy!" She had a voice on 'er, that little girl. I didn't have the heart to tell her that she was actually crawling on her mom's shredded and smeared corpse. I ran up to make sure I could hear everything.
The little girl didn't actually have any arms and was pushing away from the wreckage with just her feet. She was moving kinda like a caterpillar, and I laughed. Her dad was dead too but he had literally just died. His dead body was burnt to a crunchy crisp and was soaring through the air, right at the little girl. When his body exploded into ashes on top of her, I could very nearly smell the soot and gasoline. I ran up to get a good smell.
The puking guy was still over on the sidewalk, but this time he was dead. I ran over to his body and started shoveling the puke back into his mouth. "Don't you stay dead on me!" I cried.
"Help!!!" Yelled someone from the wreckage. It was the girls dog. The dog was dying and was desperately trying to drool as much saliva from his mouth as possible before his life ended. He ran over to the little girl and meticulously covered her in slimy spit. Then he jumped on her back and died.
The little girl was dragging the unrolled-skin of her mother against her right cheek and her former-dog's saliva made her dad's torched body stick really nicely. I ran up to get a good look.
"That's some dank-ass nasty-ass shit," I said to the little girl.
"Oh, don't you worry about me, mister. I'm a good little soldier, just crawling away all toughily from the wreck." She replied. This got me really sopping wet.
I picked the little girl up by her ankles and started spinning her around my body. Then I spun her face right into a concrete wall. She fell all limp and sexily to the ground and I stomped the shit out of her ribs. She was laying there, almost dead and in need of immediate medical attention.
"Don't move, sir! I'm coming over, I can help!" Said a male voice from behind me.
The man ran up and looked down at the little girl. I ran up to the man just to get a good look. He ran up to me to see what I was looking at. I was looking at him and he was the puking guy from before and he started hacking his balls up and out of his mouth, onto the little girls face, and then she died. I looked at her corpse with despair. Then I grabbed her crushed honches and fucked her like she were my own daughter.
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