“Alright, who is got news?" I growled the minute we all landed in the run- down reverse room of the abandoned storehouse- a victim of times not so long forgotten that had been our temporary home for some time now. The echo of my voice resounded off stained walls and joined distant churrs of business. I awaited for the response, with a feeling that counted on every aspect from everybody upon my request.

Dante spoke first, his voice gruff and critical." Lawrence, it was a massacre out there. I ...