|
... out of her neck stuck a syringe. I put my foot in a hole in the wall and reached up, grabbing the syringe carefully with my free hand. On the syringe there was a label that read; ' Prelong Death' Now I understood, somebody had concocted a medicine that would keep them alive, making their death slow and painful. So they experienced every pain.I dropped the needle and kept on walking. I met alot ...

http://hjumble.livejournal.com/539.html
(Cached)
0 links
Published: 4 months, 4 weeks ago (Tue, 21 Jul 2009 05:20:01 PDT); 9384 bytes
|