25: Empty Hand
“When the guns have all been fired and the ammunition’s gone and the corpses lie in bloody pools to wait the break of dawn, there will be no mound of earth left which to raise your flag upon. When the guns have all been fired and the ammunition’s gone.”~ Meisce
Frank didn’t sleep much during that twenty-four hours, truth be told. Every time he began to slip into unconsciousness his heart would trill with a jolt of cursed adrenaline that only the threat of imminent death could supply, and his eyes would snap wide open so he could go back to staring at the four bastards. But stress and survival instinct couldn’t keep his mind sharp for him. Invariably his thoughts drifted even if his body refused to, confining him to a seemingly endless fugue that droned on into the endless
