Fiona
It was by no mean the most threatening growl I'd ever heard of my entire life, but because I was unwillingly handicapped.
And I wouldn't be able to fight to my full potential unless my comrade that had her hand slung over my shoulder would somehow wake up.
This was bound to get messy.
"Jerome, I think somebody is following us…"
He looked at me with an intensely doubtful stare.
I could see it even in the poor lighting of the moonlight, gently parting his lips.
"Fiona I think you're just being a little bit paranoid we hid those bodies well so they will probably think that maybe they are launching an attack or doing something else…before anybody gets suspicious of us it will probably be tomorrow morning.."
He sounded so sure of himself that I was almost left in
