Chapter One: Answer The Call, Enter A Coma
The soft muffled crunching under my combat boots and the gentle rustle of my gear played against the chirping birds. a slight whispering breeze was blowing, causing strands of my long brown hair wander.
The soft muffled crunching under my combat boots and the gentle rustle of my gear played against the chirping birds. a slight whispering breeze was blowing, causing strands of my long brown hair wander.