Whiskey.
It was a small little town, spread out over a vast amount of land. However, the constant traffic and movement made it feel closed in and busy. People were actively moving around the streets, going in and out of buildings. All of them, just going about their day as if it was any other normal day. Little did they know there was danger hiding among them. I tried to blend in as much as I could, I played myself off like a curious tourist. However, I think I stuck out like a sore thumb. I feel awkward around civilians. Their deluded sense of freedom, and their complete obliviousness to the horrors of the world around them, it infuriates me. I don’t want to be here any longer than I need to be. The longer I stay, the more risk there is of being noticed. And attention is not something
