Death Days: Day 1

Death Days 1: Day 1
He creeps in the night doing his wickedness upon those who believe themselves oh so safe. Tonight he will feast on one of the weak and take from them the light of the world. Psychopath does not even begin to describe him. He is death.

Notes:

1. You can find this and the other four orginal stories in Death Days: The Collection and the additional four stories in Death Days: The Collection 2.
2. About 2000 words.

Sample Content:
She was his type. The type he liked to kill, but today, unfortunately, he had other targets.
The man sitting next to her wore a big drab black coat in the dimly lit bar. He wasn't out of place in a place like this where upper class workers would come to play after a hard day at the office struggling with the stress of meetings and endless paperwork. He could understand. During his daily life he was a banker.
The man took a drink from his bottle of beer and glanced at the woman who was talking to another young similarly dressed woman to her left. The watcher could already see that there was no chance. This woman was far out of this one's league.
The night went on and customers came in and out. The young woman and her friend left. The man drunk a number of beers before standing up to leave the bar.
The one in the corner stood up as well and picked up his briefcase and coat. He had brought along some special equipment for tonight's entertainment.

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