Mad World · 6:15am Dec 9th, 2013
All around me are familiar faces
His team was entrenched hard, their resolve never wavering
Worn out places
The ruins of what was once New York City lying all around them
Worn out Faces
The men he commanded were exhausted, their bodies screaming for sleep that will not come
Riding early for the daily races
Everything they were living on for now their mere hatred of the faction before them