Post by 42zombies on Dec 3, 2008 17:12:57 GMT -5
"Help me... oh, god, help..."
The voice tried with all of its strength to reach the ears of someone in the mall. The voice's owner was a bleeding man wrapped up in an overcoat and hat. He laid, sprawled out on the floor, as a puddle of blood slowle seaped out of his side.
"Please help..."
The voice tried with all of its strength to reach the ears of someone in the mall. The voice's owner was a bleeding man wrapped up in an overcoat and hat. He laid, sprawled out on the floor, as a puddle of blood slowle seaped out of his side.
"Please help..."
