User blog:CasualAdventurer/Someone

NOTE: This story is a short story in which is not true in any form whatsoever. The contents of this story contains gore, violence, and a bit of profanity. You have been warned. (I may get bored and not finish this at. This is one of my first times typing a story, please do not judge.)

I didn't point it out at first, but since then it has been killing my friends one by one. I should have told them, it's all my fault they're dead now. Soon he'll get me too, but before I die I want to share with you what I observed on 'it' during my time.

"George, get up it's time to go to work." I told him, pushing him lightly on the side of his torso trying to wake him.

He didn't get up of course he was always a lazy ass. Never seemed to actually do any work whatsoever until forced by hand. "Geroge! Get up!" I kicked him with enough force to get up off his ass to work.

"Alright! Geez, no need to use feet." He got up grasping his side with his hands to ease the pain.

"Now what do I have to do today, Boss?" He asked me with sass in his voice.

"Go tend to the crops, then head to the hen house to feed the hens and chickens." I told him.

"Is that all?" He asked with a bit of relief.

"Oh and we need iron, wood, leaves, and boulders." I said, then I turned and walked away smiling.