"Conn... Oh, right." I said into the cold bedroom, forgetting about our argument and break up. I got up, pulled on a new pair of jeans, a new t-shirt and leather glove and off I went, Lucille in hand. Something within me felt motivated. It wanted to break free; that feeling you get when you want something real bad, and you work to get it. That kinda feeling. The one that is uncontolable: the opposite of sadness. I was happy; for once I felt free. Free from Alex, Connor, Carly and the gang who wear face masks. At last. But that feeling doesn't last forever. All good things must come to an end sooner or later... I found that out too sadly... and horrifyingly...
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Kirkby In A Nutshell: All Out War
AcciónA view into the escapees' life After Warren dies. Confrontations rise between the Escapees, And A new group. "We Have An Army." She said. "We have Lucille." I said...
