Pop Goes The Angel

His head exploded like a water balloon bouncing over a spike strip. His brain was instant mush, matter flying every which way, as his blood splashed forward and covered the overalls I wore atop my suit. Fuck! If I ruined another pair of boots I’d have him revived so I could kill him again, even… Continue Reading →

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