Later in the evening, when the sun was starting to set, it seemed like everyone in town had disappeared inside their homes. Only the rough and rugged were out and about, or maybe one might dare to say: the outcasts were left roaming the streets. It left the town looking empty, ominous. Almost as if the locals knew something bad was about to happen and needed to stay inside, where they would be out of harm’s way.
If this was a sign of what was to come, so be it. Grant wasn’t about to go running back to his hotel room; he refused to feel or exhibit fear of any kind. Truly, if this was his night to die, he wasn’t going to do so on an empty stomach.
He went back to the bar he had met Matt, where he could get some food and booze. If he was lucky, just maybe he would see the big man there.
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