She is tough
Troy POV As I make my way through the black clouds, I hear faint sounds of people. The sounds are mostly of sobs and mourn. They are varying, some are low while other are screams. I could hear them all, men, women, children. My legs won’t stop soon, I am moving, searching, looking for them. There is a rage inside me. A volcano ready to erupt anytime. I feel like I am close, I could hear them clearly, they are hiding somewhere. As I put aside the bricks scattered everywhere, there is dust and ashes in air. I make my way through them, close to my target or targets. The noise is suddenly muffled, but I could still hear their heartbeats. pulling apart the fallen wall, I see two humans lying under it, still breathing. “Don’t do this please let us go. You won’t see us again, nor would yo
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