She had sex with a black guy wearing a hoodie and eating skittles. Zimmerman found her smoking pot and demanded to know why she was doing such thuggish things. This is when Ms. Zimmerman broke down and told her husband about her infidelity to a black man named Martin Trevon. Upon hearing this Zimmerman could only think of the piercing roar by the savage Travyon Martin and his declaration of it "starting" before Zimmerman could end the beast's reign over man. Had it come true? What this what Travyon Martin had foretold?
Zimmerman didn't have much time on his hands. He knew the only way to save both the white establishment and his wife was to bring out The Colt, and banish Travyon's spirit from this mortal world forever, George had only destroyed Trayvon's vessel but his spirit had infected thousands. He knew what he had to do but he did not relish in the thought of putting his own wife down. Ms. Zimmerman continued her story about how she felt her body being taken over by a benevolent spirit and wrapped her arms around George, her tears streaming onto his shoulders. George placed one hand around her and held her closely. "I know it's not your fault" he said as tears became to roll down his own face.
In his other hand he held the gun that was to purge the spirit out of Ms. Zimmerman. She tensed up, the Travyon demon seed that was now in her knew what George was trying to do and pushed away from him. "You will NOT take this vessel from me Geroge!" the demon spoke from Ms. Zimmerman, and she bolted out the room. George began to give chase only to feel a throbbing from the back of his head, he placed his hand where the throbbing was coming from and felt a warm liquid; it was blood. His old wound had reopened, "It truly is him" George muttered.