Peter Williams
I walk down the light splattered street, broken street lamps everywhere. Sirens blaring off in the distance, the world wasn't as it was before.
The Japanese were watching everywhere, cameras planted in every nook and cranny, but, there are places hidden to them. The resistance will succeed.
I reached into my coat as one of "them" passed by. He glared at me, then, for some reason, he smirked... |