Escape The Reich

Blood was dripping slowly and steadily from his mouth, and the horrifying expression on his face was like a coded message from the underworld.

“I told you we need to get out of here,” Rachel was crying.

When Harris turned to ask Vince what they should do, he was surprised to see nothing but darkness in the spot that Vince once stood only a few seconds ago.

“Vince, Vince?” Harris got to his feet, baffled.

He looked around the shrub, but Vince seemed to have just disappeared.

“We need to get out of here,” Harris said, turning around and grabbing Rachel’s hand. “Let’s go.”





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