Thursday 12 January 2012
The lights flickered precariously as if foretelling the extinguishing of life; groans and snarls raised a hellish cacophony just beyond the crumbling barricades; and with a machete in one hand and a jammed Glock in the other, I settled down against the far wall and tried to come to terms with the thought that I wasn't getting out of this alive.
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A summer breeze lifted the hair of my shoulders, the air was scented with the sweet smell of freshly cut grass and yet i knew that this day would not end well.
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