Hello…
I know that I suck with my updates so blame RL and not me, lol… Mom started physiotherapies. I need to drive her aound and on top of that I need to look for employment, get ready for X-MAS and recover from Bronchitis…. Not to mention the fact that having no computer is a BITCH!
Anyway…
Since I have limited time in front of a computer I decided to post a teaser to appease some of you that think I gave up this story… I've never done such thing and never will. The chapter is done and the following one is half written- only typing is needed. Once my girls are done, my beta will take over…
Keep in mind that these wonderful ladies help me on their free time. They work and have families.
It's unedited so any mistakes found are my doing, lol.
Here's your teaser:
Each group was walking with about 80 feet distance in between, not to mention the fact that a part of the dirt road had farms that most of them were unoccupied. Ten minutes into our march, I heard Garcia curse loudly. I turned around and saw him sprawled on the ground. His shoe lasses got loose so he tripped and fell.
"And people call me clumsy," I laughed.
Edward- being the very last in his group- heard him and turned around. "Everything alright?"
"Yes sir," Stanley called. "The pretty tripped and feel."
"Keep going," he instructed sternly.
Everything started without realizing it; one minute Garcia was walking with us and the next one he was on the ground screaming with pain as he clenched his knee. One shot was enough for a raid of bullets to start flying in every direction.
"Take cover," Edward yelled.
Have yourself a very Merry Christmas and keep your fingers crossed for a New Year's Eve or a New Year update!
Until next time….
Pen….