Ttens 25 has not received any gifts yet
I peek through the barred windows and scour the street for any signs of life...or moving death. It's such a beautiful day; the morning sun is chasing away the mist, and a small jackdaw is pecking at the earth, oblivious to the horrors that surround it. I guess he doesn't care; it isn't his war. Supplies are dangerously low, and I'm becoming less and less secure with my current safe house. Time to move on.
A tongue of flame licks the tip of my cigarette alight as I survey the…Continue