{Fear... confusion... anger... a staggering level of disillusionment... All of which leaving me feeling an ominous sense of unsettling nausea in the pit of my stomach. I was afraid. I felt weak, which was the feeling I despised more than any other. I was »
@FightsToProtect « your family members." The voice further said in my mind as I lifted my crossbow; aiming it directly at his heart before I tauntingly uttered} I'll be sure to tell your son that his father begged for his life, like a coward, before I killed »