WESLEY.

Twelve hours. That’s how long it’s been since Allison was taken.

In those twelve hours, we’ve managed to stabilize the aftermath of the attack. It was a disaster on its own. The dead were counted, the wounded were tended to, and whatever fires were still smoldering were finally put out. It was hell out there to say the least. The garden was burnt into crisp. The beautiful carpet of green grass was now reduced into a bed of ashes. It was almost unrecognizable. Debris littered ...