From Rebirth, to Revenge
I heard thunder roll in the distance, which was odd, as it wasn't supposed to rain tonight.
Tori was on her knees, her breathing shallow, and her arm twisted at an odd angle. She needed help, but I had no idea what I needed to do to save her. Keefe was in bad shape, too. I knew that his lungs had been punctured when they attacked him. He was wheezing hard, but his eyes were still defiant. Keefe wasn’t going to bow down to them or beg for help. We all knew they wouldn’t give it. We were going to die out here together tonight, and there was nothing we could do to stop it. Might as well stop playing nice.
Bab Populer