The trepidation.
"Lethal? What is lethal?" he said with a despaired look on his face.
August 14th, 2007 at 06:47am
The death.
He tried to scream, but nothing happened. Then he felt the rain on his soft skin and he stopped living.
August 10th, 2007 at 09:29am
The damage.
"The forest is covered in blood.""The forest... is a woodpile."
August 8th, 2007 at 09:37am
The interrogation.
"Where is the drug, Jackson?""What drug? Jackson, who?"
August 5th, 2007 at 07:28am