The Journey of an Ou

A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay","You're a regular here, aren't you" Heather nodded to Essie. "That must be tough.",Looking at the three deformed corpses, blood slowly pooled beneath them. There were two streaks on the ground, still emitting a wisp of blue smoke. These were the marks left by Heather's shoes as they scraped against the ground at high speed.。