The Man With the Mustache Runs Away in Disgust

Kimber took a step towards the man with hands outstretched in a appeasing gesture. But he stumbled away from Kimber, dropping his gun and quickly running out of sight.

Kimber sighed and rubbed his face tiredly before picking up the dropped gun. He considered it.

"Oh dear, here I am again."

He put the gun in his back pocket and turned to look around. In the distance a small light was flickering as the sun was slowly setting behind the thick forest.
He was cold and hungry and wasn't sure how to continue.

He knew that he had to find someone who would listen to his story or he would be caught and then it would be too late for him to stop what was going to happen.

The End

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