"Look here, fella," I said, handing a cigarette to gimmepie. He declined, but I lit one for myself anyway. "I haven't forced anyone to vote in any way. I made an objective decision based on the facts and you all chose to vote with me. I didn't twist any arms or force any ballots to be cast." I took a hit from the drag and looked at the man I could've called my friend in another universe - one where we worked together due to some outbreak. This wasn't that world and people were dying here.
Maybe these weren't hens. They seemed more like sheep the way they followed and blamed. I seemed to be in a hole for no other reason than casting a vote as others followed. How did I end up in another town full of serial murderers? The luck of it all.
I puffed my cigarette and looked out the window. It was beginning to rain. I always liked the rain.
The sheep were BAHHHing and we were still ****ed.