I remember to grab some clothes and belongings from my room and head down the stairs, saying one last goodbye to Pops. Shepard is hunched over the brown haired boy. As I come closer, I notice tape is wrapped tightly around his hands, legs, and ax wound. A rag is duct taped onto Shepard’s side as well.
“There, now he hopefully won’t cause any more trouble for a bit,” he sighs, clapping his hands together. “You ready?”
Thunder booms over head as we exit Hastings Delivery out the back door. I grip onto my old backpack, looking one last time towards the place I have called home for the last seven years of my life. Shepard watches me impatiently.
“Don’t mean to be an ass, but we gotta go. Now. Chances are the Halfmoons are already on their way back and they’re not gonna be ha
