Had he suspected all along? Maybe. Or had the bullet finally done the deed? He'd never know. Maybe it was both. It didn't matter. He knew now that he was going home and none of it seemed that important anymore.
Maybe the NSU wouldn't put boots on American soil because of him. Maybe they would anyway. Questions without answers. Vodka without ice.
Shepherd without-
He drove on and watched as the fuel light lit up in a cyclopic red glare that stared at him, wondering what he was going to do about it. Nothing, that's what. He had enough to get where he wanted to go and that would suffice.
He coughed once, then again and washed the blood back down with the vodka. The road blurred. Vanished. Appeared again.
He hit the a/c as his forehead burned.
"You're so close now. Scout is going crazy!"
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Shepherd
Khoa học viễn tưởngAmerica has fallen. Amidst the chaos of a nation that is tearing itself apart only one hope remains. A convoy of weapons must make its way north into Canada and Shepherd, a man on the edge already seems like the last person to volunteer. Except he...
