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1.15 Chapter 33~I stood completely still, glaring at Sarah. I couldn't believe she was with these men. She seemed to, innocent and yet here she was, betraying me, betraying her brother.More Like This
''How could you Sarah?'' I snarled as two men grabbed my arms.
Sarah grinned, ''It's quite simple, I know how much Richtofen wants you, and he promised that he would keep me and my brother safe if I brought you to him'' she snapped back.
I stared at her in shock. Why was Sarah ordered to do this? And didn't she know that Richtofen was dead, or at least I thought he was.
''Sarah, WE can keep you safe, all of us!'' I argued, struggling to get out of the men's grasp.
Sarah
The Bird or the Cage?I'm living a life of comfortMore Like This
Where everything falls into place
But I'm stuck here preparing for tomorrow
By shoving dull books in my face.
Where is that magical feeling
I knew about while I was young?
I ran through rain like it was nothing
And got to enjoy summer's sun?
My electronic room still amuses me
Full of familiar memories on my wall
But my window blinds have been closened
And the rain continues to fall
In the dark my dreams try to warn me
Of the world I've started to loose.
I have a choice between the cage and the bird
And I'm running out of time to choose.
I'm inside, but out of the rain!
Inside, but it all feels the same.
I'm ins
Nazi Zombies Twisted Kino der Toten ZweiKino der Toten, a place where the undead struck the berlin theater, a place where survivors were trapped and forced to fight for the rest of their lives, if they were to escape, and a place that brought horror to the man who grew up in Germany.More Like This
The four men, now a team were focused on using each other to survive, and to find out the secrets hidden in the old building. Ever since Richtofen welcomed the others to the theater, everything changed. Zombies acted as if they got smarter and stronger every day, becoming resistant to some of the bullets that pierced their soulless, dead bodies.
The morning was quiet, as usual. Dempse
Sta.sh
