UNKNOWN

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It was never a trend for a street to be busy in Deadwood Town. Not in the past, not in the present, certainly not in the future. As rumours, or rather folklore once stated that the person who founded this town was a gravedigger. Mr Thatcher was his name. People used to call him The Hatchet. Night and day he would be digging non-stop at that wretched cemetery just next to the abandoned wasteland(which is now known as Deadwood Town). Witnesses say that his whole family got buried there, all five of them. According to town myth(or truth, no one would know), that his brother, Tobby, who has manic depression drugged all of his family members and later on stuff their heads into the fireplace while they were unconscious. Thatcher was out buying lunch that time. Some said that his brother chose this time because he did not want to kill Thatcher, apparently, because of the brotherly love that Thatcher showed him during his hard times. Poor Tobby killed himself later on in a even more gruesome fashion. Investigators claimed to have found bits of body parts of Tobby stuffed in the refrigerator, while his head, still connected to the torso and a leg, was found to be lying in the bathtub filled with what seemed to be a nasty combination of blood and Mr Bubble. 

Reports have shown that Thatcher was actually unconscious the time the police arrived. After that he went into a coma for more than 2 years and they were about to pull the plug on him, that was when his eyes opened. Nurses have claimed that his eyes were as blank as night. Some said he had no eyes, while others exclaimed that his eyes were completely black, as though his pupils took over the whole cornea. Doctors were baffled by his situation, as he sat up, led out a bray and dashed out of the hospital. Pedestrians said that they saw him running towards the cemetery his family was buried in and just sat there. Thatcher said that he heard his family members calling him.  Medical officers tried to take him back for the rest of the medical procedure, but to no avail. Thatcher struggles whenever someone tries to take him away from the cemetery. Soon the people gave up and let him be. During his two years being stuck in a coma, Deadwood Town has actually already started. Streets and facilities began to appear and residents began to move in. Deadwood Town became more and more infamous due to the Thatcher case and the reason why people actually live there is because of that particular urban legend. The name 'Thatcher' got so famous that the couple whom developed the place decided to put the title under the name of Mr Thatcher.

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It was sunny when Pablo was filling the fruit boxes. The sunlight glared unto the shop lot along Mariner street. Beads of sweat began to rush out of Pablo's pores and gathered at the side of his eyes. He led out a gruntle and wiped them away. 

"Ma ma mia, looks like Bruce Willis gotta go to the sun again!"said Pablo.

"Dios Mio! It was an asteroid, my love. Not the sun!"answered Juanitta, half-way sniggering. 

"Ah, all the same, all spacey patootey! Gosh this heat is killing me."

"Why don't you head on in and take a few puffs of that new air conditioner?"

"Nah, air cost money, here we have natural air!"

"You're the boss," said Juannita, grinning.

Then came a loud crash from the alley across the street. Pablo got startled and bumped his head on one of the shelves.

"Joder!"

"Pablo, watch your language! By the way, what on earth was that?"

"Aiyayai, let me go check it out. You stay here, Juan. Take care of the shop."

Pablo ran across the street and peered into the alley. On the ground laid what seemed to be a body. Beside it laid a knocked-over trash can(presumably done by a cat or something). Pablo mustered all of his courage and walked over to the body. 

At the back of his mind, only one word was ringing through.

Relajarse, Pablo. Relajarse.