Author: Graham van der made

As he stepped out into the sunlight, he knew what he needed to do. It had been coming for a long time now, and had taken him a long time to get here.They say that a bullet to the brain will kill any man. By God, he hoped this was true.The man, a build of around 6 feet, with broad shoulders, blue jeans, and a black t-shirt, stood across the road from his goal. His holster hung to the right, and the bullets hung from his belt. He knew that he carried a limited amount of firepower. Every single bullet counted. The man only had an inkling of what was about to take place.A sign in front of him read, "Deschide Usa Inn," and under it, "Where guests are treated…

The grocery store bustled with all manner of activity: a small boy begged his mother for a new action figure, a man groaned as his girlfriend tried on another pair of shoes, and a small, elderly woman approached the meat counter.'I would like 300 grams of that pork,' she pointed to a dish of thick, brown-marinated meat. Even from where she was standing, an aroma of almost-BBQ filled the air. The man behind the large, well-stocked counter smiled at her. He had begun to dish her request into a small container when he said out loud, so that all could hear, 'That's an excellent choice, ma'am. You know that our pork is the best tasting in the whole city?''It is?' The woman already knew this, but in her older age,…

'Why the fuck are we doing this?' The cool night air choked his throat as he shouted; it was hardly above zero.'What?' the other man shouted back.Trees and shrubs grazed and slapped their legs as they ran. One of them stumbled but quickly recovered. There was no time for mistakes. Not now.'I said,' he took another shallow breath as his lungs quickly filled with the icy air. 'Why the fuck are we doing this?''Oh,' the other man shouted back. 'Cos you said it would be a good idea.' He jumped over a foot-high stone. 'You said it'd be a damn good idea.''Well, why in the hell did you listen to me?'The two men had been running for several hours, taking small breaks along the way. This was the first time…