B riana B lake
After Wave Upon Wave, by John Westmark Only one, desperation clawing at our souls. Too many of us, but only one. Backstabbers, lies, deceit. A cluster of limbs, to be the one. An ongoing battle morals or my life. Will I be the one? Desperation has led to death. One down, now three, now five bodies litter the ground. The mass has cleared. Two left, but only one. Panic. Anger...another death. I will be the one.
V E leana C havis
After Wave Upon Wave, by John Westmark They all wish to strike me down, to see me fall. I’m not worried though; I know that my determination and my will to survive outweighs theirs. They all come at me all at once, but they are not fighting together as one, and that’s where they messed up. Because they are not united, I will always win. 56