Post by Jack on Nov 29, 2012 10:57:05 GMT -8
Everyday he wandered, why was barker territory any different. He was after a Dragon he came and went where ever he pleased. He was a real American. It had a been a few months since he had last fought Charles he wondered how that man had recovered from his wounds.
Heh I hope the fucks rotting in a ditch somewhere. Graves would be wasted on men like him and a funeral pyre was too good for him. No the ditch would be a good place for him to die so the dogs could feast upon his flesh.
Jack pulled a cigarette out from his pocket and lit up as he walked through the streets of Barker's territory. He stuck to the out skirts never going too far in, if he had to run, he was going to fuck run. He was bold but he wasn't a complete fool.
Heh I hope the fucks rotting in a ditch somewhere. Graves would be wasted on men like him and a funeral pyre was too good for him. No the ditch would be a good place for him to die so the dogs could feast upon his flesh.
Jack pulled a cigarette out from his pocket and lit up as he walked through the streets of Barker's territory. He stuck to the out skirts never going too far in, if he had to run, he was going to fuck run. He was bold but he wasn't a complete fool.
