01-24-2008, 12:32 PM
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as they thank the lord — the blind can't see He had gone up several levels into the huge building, strolling along the hallways and peering through the little tray holes of the well guarded doors. There were some doors that were busted open, some that were unlocked — those barless rooms with their doors pulled shut were the cleanest in the whole facility — and all over a thick carpet of gathering dust. It sickened him that the place was in such disrepair, for the coyotes could've used this formidable fortress, but then, he was no longer one of them. They were fools like the wolves, and he was as close to old blood as he could get; thoughtless about killing in an instant. His feet halted him for a moment as a hand reached out to shove open another door, and in this room, a tingle of pleasure ran up his spine. It stunk of death and decay, and a human skeleton has happily slumped over the leaking toilet, the source of the stench. Andre breathed in deeply, feeling the compulsion to gag and cover his mouth quite highly, but ignoring it for the intoxication of the death that had occurred here. And for a moment he simply stood there in his slightly too-big shorts and smiled his twisted, wicked grin into the small cell. |