'His first thought went to their daughter. He had to get to her. His next thought was for his wife, who had just been caught by a stray round. He screamed as she fell to the ground before him, the blood pooling around her like a crimson flower. Not that he was to be heard over the sustained report of 4 AK74s picking off the rest of the stragglers. He had no time for grieving, he had to move. The bar was to his right, the gunmen to his left. He chose the bar. He vaulted over the bar and landed on an empty bottle that smashed beneath him. He heard one of them shout. He had to think. Fast'

Trouble in Paradise. Coming soon. Hopefully.

I'm British, I have a lot of ideas and I'm gonna try to compile them. It'll be badly written and not too funny but it'll take you on a journey.

Love, hope, loss, despair