Numbers Game
James grabbed Farid by the collar of his black, muddied shirt and shook him. "What do you mean by it's a goddamn game, huh? The deaths, the dogs, this HELL, it's all just a game?" He spat. His mind was spinning. He couldn't focus properly. Whoever this guy was, he had to be kidding. "I wish I was, but, really, I'm no...