[This was wrong. Everything was wrong and he knew it. What did he just do? What did he just try to do? He felt sick and uneasy, his head was telling him to kill. That it was ok to kill. That it was right to kill. But every fiber of his being knew that was wrong.
He's not sure where he is or where he's trying to go and his movements are awkward and strained as he tries to force himself to keep walking forward instead of turning around and heading back to finish the job. The shocks weren't too bad. He could deal with them, right?]
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He's not sure where he is or where he's trying to go and his movements are awkward and strained as he tries to force himself to keep walking forward instead of turning around and heading back to finish the job. The shocks weren't too bad. He could deal with them, right?]