"Ole Blue died he died so hard."
"He shook the ground in my back yard."
"I dug his grave with a silver spade..."
"And lowered him down with a golden chain."
"Every link you know I did call his name, I called "Here Blue you good dog you!"
- Folk song.
2:37
Terry broke out into a run forced run, once his sandals touched the soft sugar sand of the North beach.
He held something tight in his right arm, something he knew he couldn't lose or any chance of him getting out alive was nothing, and in his left free hand he held his shotgun.
The weight was starting to pull on his arms, but he didn't have time to feel it...he took a deep breath and then saw the docks weren't further then twenty feet or so.
He then scanned the water and then counted to three before he started to run again.
Right before he went he caught a glimpse of the star lit sky above him...and for the first time he knew...God hadn't done this to the world, the world had done this to themselfs.