IT’S LIKE someone has flipped the switch and now suddenly everyone is on the verge of blowing up. Someone somewhere is holding the detonator and I can see the clock ticking down and down. Any minute from now, someone is going to explode into a nuclear bomb. Or something possibly better than that. Bigger.
I can sense the animosity coming from two of the men around me. One is standing next to me, a little too close, too protective, too suspicious like he cares about my well-being and not secretly wants me to die to be forever buried in my coffin.
One is standing not too far away from us, glaring, openly giving us his red eyes, thirsty for blood, or maybe he’s too disgusted to even taste the blood of his enemies so he would opt to tear apart his body limb from limb with his teeth.
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