The man exited the single room cabin into the darkness. The musty smell of dirt and leaves mixed to fill the air. He spun around curiously, taking in his surroundings.
Where the Hell
He trudged back inside. On the desk lay a small map. He grabbed at it looking for any semblance of familiarity. From what he could tell from the map, he was located a few miles across the border of Canada opposing New York.
"Canada, how charming of a place to find oneself."
He scrunched the map into his pocket. Glancing around for any last minute revelations, the man left.
Tucking the hand gun into the waist of his pants he licked his lips, "Looks like I'll be walking."
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The White Death
Fiksi PenggemarFour murders. One killer. And a very pissed off man. Detective John Walker is determined to solve the White Death case files. The further he continues the more dangers seem to appear around him. Messages warning and enticing him to a most promising...
