click.
Drop your shit. Turn around slowly,/ he hears from behind
There is a gun barrel in his back.
Look, I don't want any trouble. I was just leaving./
Who are you?/ the man sounds scared
I could ask the same./
You military?/
Yes, sir. /
What's going on out here?/
I have no idea. /
You don't know or can't tell me?/
Don't know./
You probably know just as much as I do, then?/
Depends on what you know./
He hears the man lower the gun. /
Can I trust you?/
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Poesia{#520 in Poetry} The world has turned to ash. Hot winds and violent storms are in its place. Whatever remains of humanity has descended into chaos. The earth is taking back what is hers in a fit of catastrophic rage. This story follows a few people...
