... 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. But he had to move on from it, he had to try and put the images of that ruined city behind him. ...
Sentence No. 34
The events of his last run-in with the Greybloods battered the edges of his mind.
Submitted on April 30, 2012, 9:09 p.m. by ironbuttbiker