We start making our way over there no one says a word the car is dead quite no one to listen to but your own thoughts the the usual clicking and clacking of people making sure that their guns are loaded. Some people tend to pray or repent their sins with the lord during the car ride. Others don't give a fuck act like its a god damn saturday afternoon, most of thoes people know they can't die like they're the lucky charm in the company but when they eventually do you cant help but feel sorry for them. " Fuck its way too quite in here let me put on the fucking radio." Al breaks the silent and puts on the radio. "Alex you brought the shotgun and rifle right?" i ask Alex "Yeah their back there, why? Should we have them on us right now?" "no i was just making sure we actually did have them." great one less thing to worry about i hope this is just smooth sailing from here. " That was Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, and now for all you people working the nine to five let us take you on a magic carpet ride. This is Krop." The song starts playing. " This is a hell of a song but I just think it takes too long to get to the good part." I keep replaying all of the fucking senerios that could happen and i see us dying in all of them, maybe i should take a brighter look on all of this but its hard when you get all anxeous. You can't help to feel alone in situations like these.

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