'Calm down,' Peter thought, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He held the air in his lungs, turning his chin up as if he wanted to bathe his face in the warm rays of the setting sun.
Peter gradually released the air out before finally raising his lips back up. He then took another breath and…
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Peter shouted from the bottom of his lungs, bringing his eyes down and throwing a furious look all over the roof.
The people all around didn't know how to react.
They did everything exactly how they trained. The second the horde appeared, their brought down all the wrath of the modern warfare upon them, showering them with bullets and mortar shells while they were all grouped up before switching to precise fire to take down the rest and then following up with a ground assault to clean up the stragglers.
Damn, a few minutes late...
Anyway, there is 50/50 chance I will be taking the last day of January off.
Don't worry - not to drop another tier of priv and expect you to wait and then pay for it. I just want to take one day easy to polish the next part of the story and take some mental rest from writing.
So, if I will feel like it (and I will feel extreme pressure to do so anyway) I will probably publish either way. But there is a chance I will end up just lazing around, reading novels and thinking about the details of what I want to happen in this story next.
:D (Smiles through tears)