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Bang! The trash can toppled to the ground. Cynthia glared furiously at Marc, he smiled bashfully in reply, but this wasn't the time to shoot ugly looks at each other.
The men had heard.
They'd located the source of the commotion.
They saw Marc.
And then they noticed Cynthia.
"Oh fuck..." Cynthia muttered and started to slowly back away. She knocked over a newspaper stand and fell over onto her bum. The men just kept walking.
"Fuck this." Marc said and pulled the taser out at the advancing group. Realising this was basically a hopeless venture seeing as he only had one hand, he stored it in his sling and prioritised. He pulled Cynthia to her feet and dragged her along the platform.
The men followed them.
YOU ARE READING
Working Progress
ActionA story about a girl whose life doesn't seem to give her any answers, and where life itself wants to control her. Needless to say she tries to rebel against it's plan for her.
