Prolouge

I walk into the kitchen, baseball bat in my hand. I try to keep my nerves under control, but I'm losing confidence. Quickly. "Mom?" I mumbled weakly. I find nothing of significance in the kitchen, so I head over to the living room. There, smack in the middle of the floor, is The Mark. All of my fears are confirmed, and I know that they have come, and I was next.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.11.2012

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