Tucker Archer

Chapter 87: Tense

In Uncategorized on March 28, 2011 at 6:16 am

It’s one of those moments that stretches out like an empty corridor. It’s “fight or flight” at the speed of paint drying, and my heart has forgotten how to move blood.

Who is this guy? A hired gun? An old classmate? A fellow traveler?

He’s the epitome of nondescript. In my book, that makes him a threat.

I can feel the weight of everyone eye’s on the back of my neck. Nobody’s supposed to talk in here, and they sure as hell don’t talk to each other.

I’ve got blades, but no bullets.

I’ve got legs, but nowhere to run.


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