"Count the number of times he touches her," Max suggested brightly, because any day he could fuck with Gorgon was a good day. And, benefit, he didn't even have to make shit up to do it! "Especially her back. I'd say make a drinking game out of it, but I just got this liver."
They arrived in front of a tall apartment building. It was still standing, though there were smears of smoke and ash all over the exterior, especially around the windows and doors. The windows were shattered and many of them had smears of blood cooked on. Fleeing victims, maybe? Or something worse.
The building was ugly but seemed sturdy enough, one of those post-war monstrosities made of concrete, strong enough to withstand a bomb, though god only knew what they'd find inside.
Max headed for the left side of the building, past a playground that had been pathetic before the fire hit, over to a blackened fire escape that hung off the walls.
Re: Thursday
They arrived in front of a tall apartment building. It was still standing, though there were smears of smoke and ash all over the exterior, especially around the windows and doors. The windows were shattered and many of them had smears of blood cooked on. Fleeing victims, maybe? Or something worse.
The building was ugly but seemed sturdy enough, one of those post-war monstrosities made of concrete, strong enough to withstand a bomb, though god only knew what they'd find inside.
Max headed for the left side of the building, past a playground that had been pathetic before the fire hit, over to a blackened fire escape that hung off the walls.