I was tired, and I ached, and I felt like my head had a bullet through it. Maybe I did. I felt a stinging pain in my ear’s as Mattie and Bee fought and bickered. I tried to shut them up, but my mouth wouldn’t move. It was like I was seeing the word through a different body. It was really strange to say the least.


    I heard someone behind me, I think it was a girl’s voice, that I didn’t recognize. She said something about shutting the hell up, and the two bastard’s in front of me shut up for the first time in what felt like years. The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    I almost worshipped this girl as my savior.


    That wouldn’t suit me well, now would it. A god can’t worship a worshipper.