Posted on September 15, 2009 at 11:35am
The wind screams through the car as I speed through the night, chilling me to my core. My knuckles grip tightly on the steering wheel, turning a dull, frostbite blue. I lift a hand, balling it into a fist, then releasing it, trying to get some feeling back into the rough, callused appendages. It's not working.
I curse under my breath, and continue driving.
Tim's voice sparks through the radio, "Alright you two it's 1 A.M. Time for an Armory news gossip… Continue