Lovers For The Blood Moon
His upper half was ripped, chest solid and looking as strong as ever, and he did look almost the same way some hours back.
His legs were longer, giving him a taller height, and those feet made large impressions on the earth.
Then his eyes fell on me, and his brows furrowed.
Old Mikey appeared my side, almost out of breath, as if he had been running a marathon. He had his gun in both hands.
"We don't need that, Mikey," I told him.
"Why? You ever seen something like this? Can't be sure what it could do."
"He won't hurt us."
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