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Did all humans have tough skin like this !? Wait, green blood !? What the hell are you !!?

*ROAR*

And now the damn thing is piss, just my luck.

"Easy now buddy" - Wilhelm

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While Wilhelm keep slashing at the same spot until his knife finally penetrate the beast tough skin. Green blood splash all over his face.

"Jesus ! Can you please just die !" - Wilhelm

He change target to the beast knee right after realising he'll only piss off the beast more by attacking it abdomen. Wilhelm lower his stance and dash toward the beast, knife in hand he pierce the beast knee, sounds of bones breaking could be heard throughout the alley, he immediately take 3 step back dodging the beast club. While the beast still roaring in pain, with all of his might he charge foward, with a little help the knife stuck in the beast right leg crush it bone. Leg bent into a weird angle, it look up at Wilhelm eye full of hatred.

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Pig-face drop it club and try to grab me with his ridiculous large hand, instead of going for the knife i dash to the club and pick it up. Using the momentum i turn my body and with every last bit of my strength i bash pig-face in the head

One...Two...Three

I continue to bash until it body went limp. Pig-face skull is as tough as iron, i can't even feel my hands anymore.

"Ha...ha....haaa...." - Wilhelm

I'm trembling, no matter how heartless you are, it's hard to kill a living being especially when it a humanoid creature. For 5 minutes i just sit there motionless.

"I should call the cops" - Wilhelm

(The street today is unusual quiet) Drag myself back home, i was deep in thought until out of nowhere a black truck crash itself into me.

"FUC..KKK!!!" - Wilhelm

My legs right now is as disfigure as a lump of meat !!!!!! Half of my body is already gone.

"Go..d dammittttt...!! FUC..KKKKKK !!!!" - Wilhelm

With no leg i can only lay there cursing at myself for letting my emotion/curiosity get the better me.

"I sho...*cough*...uld've....st..ayed..home" - Wilhelm

I whisper to myself in a low voice, the truck driver is saying something, i strain my ear trying to listen to him but nothing makes sense and my vision is all blurry.

(It hurt so much...) My thinking function is crumbling to piece as darkness slow but surely eating away my consicous.

[REPORT

Name : Wilhelm Baumeister Age : 23

Time of death : 06/06/2066]