Chapter Music – Ultra Thizz - Rustie
‘Behind every bad murder is a good story’ was my thought as I ran like hell, with danger hot on our coattails. Sean had a vice-like grip around my hand as we dodged bullets left and right. Theo did the same as he followed from behind. The three of us paced like Olympians sprinting for gold, obstacles being the cold bodies on the floor. I felt like choking on my own bile as I saw the lifeless bodies. The more I tried to keep with Sean’s gargantuan steps, the faster my heart raced.
I occasionally ducked at the sound of gunfire, hoping for safety and praying to all the Gods I knew. If only Jesus and Buddha were here to help us, then I’d gladly equip them with weaponry – from the smallest uzi to the largest minigun.
I kept cursing the word f**k in all th
