• gunshots


    I awoke to a regular greyish morinng. But, there was something different. Birds were chirping. I havn't heard this in 13 years. And just like that, bam, gunshot. The chirping was gone. I got dressed and went to the living room.

    "hey, sher." i said as i slowly walked in. Smelling a very apatizing egg.

    "Hey, jay!" my wife said, cheery as ever.

    "How can you be so happy? everything is terrible..." Our country had been over run by a madman, Josh Dukenheim III.

    "well, you have to live life to the fullest." she replied, still cheery.

    "we're barlesy living life to the 16th! we can't even take care of Shannon and Daniel!" those were our two beloved kids... were.

    "please, jacob, don't mention them. it's not their fault." she was not so cherry now.

    "They're fault? did i say that? cause i was reffering to the b***h living his life to the fullest!" our kids, thanks to Dukenheim, were taken away to mine for gold.

    "Shh!" she said, tears in her eyes, "the guards will hear you. i dont want to lose my last hope."

    "Look sheryl, i know you're sad, but you have every right to be. hell, you can be mad at his lord of damnation for all the neighborhood cares!"

    "It's not about the neighborhood, it's about Dukenheim. HE cares. and if were caught, we all die. or worse, one of us dies, and the other is left in pain."

    "I would die! as long as Dukenheim does too!!" and just like that a guard came in.

    "his heiness would like to see you. and makesure the wife has some more of that egg ready for us when we bring you back. IF we bring you back" the gaurd said, chuckling.

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