Poking my head out around the corner I reload both my pistols. The rifle was out of ammo, a glorified bludgeoning device.
I round the corner, both ar..
The offensiveness of the strobe lights die down to a flicker as my eyes adjust.
The music commands my body to bounce and juke as the bass tries to sh..
My pace is brisk and focused but not because of the cold, certainly not the case.
I've had this old coat since I can remember and yet it retains heat..