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night six - kill log.
Who: Killers and Matt Mattson
When: The sixth night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island
[ It's the dead of night when you first hear it. It's the distinct sound of baying hounds barking nearby. This must be the Hunt that you were warned of, and though it seems impossible, they sound very close. You can try and run, but The General and his foxhounds are hot on your trail... And oddly enough, even if you do try and run, you'll feel yourself growing more and more tired with every step. It seems this wasn't a completely fair hunt from the start. ]
When: The sixth night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island
[ It's the dead of night when you first hear it. It's the distinct sound of baying hounds barking nearby. This must be the Hunt that you were warned of, and though it seems impossible, they sound very close. You can try and run, but The General and his foxhounds are hot on your trail... And oddly enough, even if you do try and run, you'll feel yourself growing more and more tired with every step. It seems this wasn't a completely fair hunt from the start. ]
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[But he's too far gone to move, even if he can hear the bullet going. His fight has lasted quite a while, and they hadn't been wrong about the dogs. Absurd that animals were finally the ones to do him in, and Matt has a split second of regret, thinking about what his death will do to them, and Foggy, and Claire, and Karen. Royce knew their names; to say goodbye for him if he couldn't, but Royce was dead, too. And these kids didn't have anyone else to protect them.]
[In the end, he couldn't even protect these two having to bloody their hands, or suffer. Just what the hell had he been doing here, the whole time? What did he even manage to accomplish?]
[He'd like to say something to them before he goes, but Hinata's shot rings true: he goes limp, and it's over.]
[GOOD JOB, GUYS.]