Literature
This is War (Chapter Six)
"She's a gunshot bride
With a trigger cries
I just wonder what we've gotten ourselves into"
-Pendulum, Propane Nightmares
“Where the hell are they?!” Alfred grumbles, pacing up and down the length of the small hideout, sweat glistening on his brow. “It’s been six freaking hours! The sun’s down and they should be here!” Without warning, Alfred slammed his hand into the wall, causing him to wince at the sudden pain. “Ow…”
“Relax,” Matthew tried to reassure him. “I’m sure they’ll be here any minute…” But Matthew’s words did nothing to reassu