Chapter 3
James opened the door to see a bloody figure walking towards him. Without delay, he wrapped around his black leather coat, yanked out a pistol and shot the figure in the hairy chest and threw it in the wardrobe that was standing tall waiting for someone to come.
In a blink of an eye, James saw a face, a familiar face.
“Josh!” James yelled with all his voice box could scream.
“Jamie, where have you bin?” He looked concerned with his deep black eye patch and his furious face of frustration.
Annoyed and angry they both kept their death stare as if the were to create ww3.
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