Dawn of the Apocalypse Chapter 27 "Stop touching my butt," I shouted. Vince was carrying me over his shoulder. They'd immediately bound my wrists behind my back, before tying my legs above the knee and at my ankles. The balding bastard leading them was more than happy...
Gallier, Jr.Cover by Willsin RoweThis is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental.* * ...