His grip tightens. He breathes in the musty, acrid air.
"They are not human. Nothing remains of what once was. The only mercy is to be quick."
The blade and the G suspended 7 chord vibrate, in decrescendo, in expectation.
He exhales.
"Tonight I will tear this playhouse down."
1 comment:
Thats an awesome picture David. I'm really impressed. Your comic is really entertaining to me, I'm glad you started drawing again. Keep up the good work.
-Joe
P.S. Doesn't said torrential downpoar remind you of good ole Saint Louey.
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