Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30084820-20161026195347/@comment-30084820-20161213210332

I walk alone on the empty and quite highway.

The smell of flames and death in the air.

Only six shells left for my double barrel.

The slightest sound of cries from the distance.

I take back what I said now I have five shells.

The bang attracted more of them.

I'm screwed now.

The car I got in started.

I am far from the city now.

The F-350 was loud but fast.

I found more shells.

It broke down.

They followed me from the city.

They coming from everywhere.

I'm going to die.

I guess I can't run forever.

They took my arm.

Goodbye.