Cristine and Mark were walking down a lonely road at twiglight. The sun was shinging on every window of the houses along the way. Their hands were locked toghether tight and their steps calm and timeing.
She had her blond hair down while a black hair pin was pulling it from her face on the left side. She had on a blue sport top whith a black jacket and black jeans. Long boots were completing the look. At the back of her jeans you could see through the jacket a bump. She was carring a gun even though she looked like only that walk was on her mind. Even the makup was perfect.
Next to her, Mark was calm and peacefull. His boots were pounding the ground like clockwork and his hand was stiff beside him. He was also wearing a sport top with a black jacket and black jeans. The back of his jeans were also hideing something unexpected.
The sun was slowley going behind the mountains and the cold started to settle in the small country village they found themselfs walking through.
Everything was silent, maybe too silent. Even though they looked like two lovers walking the road their eyes were searching the streets. Looking for a sign. Looking for them.
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The Shadows
General FictionChristine and Mark were part of an organisation that fights the darkness in the world. They go through a jurney that will change te faith of the world.
