The evil dog lurks. Pissing on your head.

Licking the wet remains of the Hunters kill.

Infected meat from the sick. Covered in sores.

Oozing puss, with red and yellow streaks of tasty juice.

Day after day the Hunters leave a trail of gore.

Human remains filled with piercings from the Hunters weapons.

Guns, knives, hooks, even hot pokers heated by a campfire.

A new day brings about new ways to kill the Forgotten,

the Missing,

the Sexual Slaves,

and the Insane.

No more Jails,

no Bail,

no Probation.

The only sentence.

Death by the Flesh Hunters

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