The shock of killing PeepTom hasn't settled in yet. Pent-up anger has finally released itself from within me and I'm not going to let guilt replace it any time soon. I can feel it; the weights, piece by piece, are lifting up from my shoulders with each victory. So many of them have tried to attack me, I don't even know if I'll completely wipe them out.
I confidently walk my way up the streets listening to the now calming, soft Christmas tunes emerging from speakers built into buildings. It's so close to the holidays, yet no one is outside doing their last-minute shopping for forgotten family members. Maybe a handful of people-twenty to twenty-five of them- are roaming the sidewalks and strip malls, unaware of what just took place behind the mini-mart. It's not going to be long until they
