A week later after the uncalled tragic event that alerted all of humanity, Pastuzo climbed the cliff cave, dropping the money bag that held more than 2.5 million dollars, to look at what was once a bargain town of dreams and shades, now an empty pile of rubbles with no habitant ever coming back, except the ghosts that subverted it's downfall.
Clayne looked back to how innocent their life in that cliff camp was, gripping that crowbar like a gym set as he recollected and stored those thoughts. Unaware of such past, Robert's glasses case was actually still there, rusted, abandoned in the grass, Clayne almost engaged for it to smash with his crowbar, blaming what the Sixages had now changed into, a crew that betrayed their codes, and each other.
And nonetheless, Wilkes joined in the two, holding his one paintball gun, now living a life of broken hope and dreams, things he never expected to bring all of it to collapse by his own hands and choices.
The three stared at what's left of Tavernier long in the wind as Pastuzo folded his arm, finally reaching his destiny, questioning all the costs he placed to get it.
"So... what now?"
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Three Brood Instigators
Mystery / ThrillerThis is where it all began, involving a wayward ambiguous schoolboy, a humbly dignified boy scout, and a minor stray delinquent, who instigated such a pity conflict upon their very youth. "Conflicts Spread Curse a Plague" -I...
