Die a Hero or Perish a Coward.
I walk into Times Square and the sinking feeling, dread skitters through my veins. Normally Times Square is full of life and lights, and here there is nothing, an empty abyss.
The only forms of life in the darkness police patrolling the area, TV crews and empty taxis with the headlights left on illuminating the street towards the Manhattan bridge.
The low sounds of ambulances and police grunts are carried in the small breeze. Do I die a hero or perish as a coward?
Content: © Charmless.(16295) 2009.
The only forms of life in the darkness police patrolling the area, TV crews and empty taxis with the headlights left on illuminating the street towards the Manhattan bridge.
The low sounds of ambulances and police grunts are carried in the small breeze. Do I die a hero or perish as a coward?
Content: © Charmless.(16295) 2009.