Divine Violence

It's all red lights

"Who is it?" a voice from the doorbell came interrupting the memories. "Delivery." "Oh yes, come in." The doors of the building opened and I got in. It was morning, and most of the residents were off to work. In this City, everyone was a slave to something:drugs, money, sex, work, or worse, the certainty that they were good people. While I took the old elevator to the 9th floor, holding the wine in my hands I remembered the note Lloyd left when he disappeared. "The war is difficult but the Lord always wins." We will see about that. The first door on the left was open. As I was waking step by step on the wooden floor, trying to control my breath and remain calm his voice pierced my ears. "The door is open, Please leave the package where you can, it's a mess anyway." I left the package next to the dirty keyboard. The table was a mess, and stains of circles that I assumed came from coffee mugs decorated the wood. I felt our heart racing when I heard him coming closer, with heavy steps that shook the ground. He was approaching and I couldn't stay there, I had to find a place to hide.