Zakary Ostrowski

Et Tu?

The rain relieved him of his footing, his face kissed the ground roughly. Scrambling up, Marcus took off again into a quick sprint, clutching the duffel bag to his side. The rain leaked in through his collar, chilling him, there was a taste of blood in his mouth as he unconsciously licked at the newly made gap in his smile, and, oh boy, was he smiling.