Someone's a copycat in West Virginia.
Now, as you may or may not know, Indrid has a fondness for West Virginia. But that's Point Pleasant, and it's been peaceful now for years.
No, someone elsewhere in West Virginia has taken it upon themselves to rout out the mountain folk at the Quickie Marts and shoot them dead from a distance. You can almost hear the killer's tires squeal as he peels out after the deed, and another one bites the West Virginia gas station pavement, scratch-offs fluttering away in the wind.
This is simply bad sporting is all. Can't respect anyone who takes potshots, who picks off random folk who just wanted some gas or a beer or one more chance at the lottery, because this time...well, they won a lotto of sorts. It's just not the popular one, though the death lotto is still taxed.
So boo, boo to the sniper. Not a self-respecting killer.
It's only fair to give them a chance to fight.
It's more fun.
