My fucking luck. There was a moment of confusion where he wondered if that was him hissing - his inner monologue got away from him from time to time. The sword he'd let dance loosely in his hands was now clenched tight. A goddamn sword. Well, at least he didn't need an instruction manual. Put the p...

There was... Screaming outside? At least they'd left - maybe there was something to acting crazy after all. James moved quickly, almost on instinct, his body on autopilot, wavering towards the highest, safest place he could find, climbing quickly into a nest of empty boxes and hiding himself, the gu...

This was crazy. Everything was crazy, though, so that was okay. But here he was, hiding, crouched outside the warehouse like some sort of stalker. He had the revolver, but it would only be so useful, especially if he couldn't get a hold of ammo. Which had brought him here - only to watch a kid turn ...

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck fuck fuck fucking "FUCK!" Evan nearly threw the DVD player to the ground, glaring. "Don't get it do you, I know how this ends, every damn time. Shit like this doesn't work. You keep turning everybody out eventually somebody's gonna fuck everything up. Best thing...

Nobody knooows... the trouble I've seen... Evan wound his way through the rain. He looked up at the jail with something like hope - if there was any place likely to be safe, it'd be a jail, right? Bars and walls and shit to keep the psychos out... And there were psychos. He knew. He'd seen them. No...