A man was sipping at a coffee on a small table outside a cafe in New York. He was also absentmindedly typing at a small laptop, some report or other. He sips again, swallowing his drink and being careful as to not spill it on his precious report. He hears the sound of pounding feet in the distance. He looks to the source and sees a homeless man, sprinting towards him. As he gets closer, the man notices the blisters... the red, cross-like blisters across the homeless man's face. He saw the blood on his teeth, shown by his maddened smile.

Before he could even get up from his chair, the man lost an eye to a rusty old screwdriver driven into the socket by the homeless man.

Before he could scream, he was trampled under thousands of feet.

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In Oklahoma, a radio plays in a roadside cafe, in a small town called Greensville. Nobody was too fond of the name, but the town was quaint enough. A lady is having a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, and a short stack of pancakes. She had work to do. The crops would need tending and her horse needed a ride. He was definitely out of practice, or at least she felt so.

A high pitched drone interrupted the country music playing on the radio, causing most people in the cafe to look at it, their conversations being silenced by hushes and other stopped voices.