... Standing there, Zachary knew there was only one place left he could go. They had warned him that the pharmacies would be closing soon, and as much as he tried to avoid their help, he knew he needed them now. Zachary quickly ducked into a desolate alley, his steps echoing off the silent walls. There wasn't much time. There was even less hope. The events of his last run-in with the Greybloods battered the edges of his mind. Even now he could smell the bloods' subtle, urinous odour ... and it was getting stronger. ...
Sentence No. 33
Zachary quickly ducked into a desolate alley, his steps echoing off the silent walls. There wasn't much time. There was even less hope.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 7:56 p.m. by ABerry1988
The events of his last encounter with the Greybloods raced through Zachary's mind.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 8:08 p.m. by ironbuttbiker