Greetings and salutations.
Now, you may be wondering: 'Jesus, where have you been? You literally haven't updated the story in MONTHS!'
It's a long story. My mental health has gone to shit and most of my friends have abandoned me at this point. I went through a dreadfully bad storm of depression from late December to February. If you want to know more about why I'm rewriting this and shit, head over to the new story.
However, I miss writing. I really do. So, I'm rewriting this! I'll delete this story in a few days, so people can have a chance to see this message and head over to the new fanfiction.
A flock of shadows, both fleeting and perpetual, encircled his head like a crown of hatred. He kept glancing around the boiler room, his fingers almost trembling as he feebly clung to his gun.
Those shadows lingered, now drifting around the boiler room and flickering in the corners of every object. He didn't know where Veronica stood - all he knew was that she was hidden in the endless corridors of smoke and darkness.
That is, until he stumbled across the brunette.
Weary and desperate, she turned around, her eyes widened.
"...Jesus fucking Christ."
Shitty, I know, but I technically needed to put a little story here so this update wouldn't get taken down.
I'll post the new story in a minute. It'll be called 'Don't Fear the Reaper'.