After the tribulations of bullets and the m******e of the imposters, all noise died down, not even a grunt could be heard in the coat of darkness the night had caused. The wind spread the loathsome smell of blood mixed with the sulfurous and metallic smell of gunpowder dissuading in the air.
The Chucks troop and Tony's men pulled away with shuffling tires against the wet muddy ground. Just like mother earth felt the loss of its unwanted children, it set down a flood to wipe the horrid smell of stench.
Tony took feet ahead in the mud slowly heading to his car with a neutral look, but his disheveled hair and not trimmed beard told it all. He dipped his empty gun into his pocket walking to his car like a zombie, unable to turn around to stare at the woman he loved so much.
His heart rip
