Theo Ducharme

The Toll

“Any idea what the hell these are?” Liz pulled tight the strap on the Lee Enfield slung over her right shoulder as she grabbed a handful of tan vacuum-sealed packages from one of the crates scattered in the middle of the once busy London street. Liam cradled his Royal Army-issued rifle between his crossed arms, keeping an eye on the high up windows surrounding them while they scavenged. Without turning his shoulders, he turns his head to her.