Deathwalker: 30 StepsOnce again the visage of Death appeared before her, disguised as Brad Pitt. But that wasn't quite right. Her head was spinning now, not in a bad way but similar to what one would feel after standing quickly from a seated position. However, none of the usual dizziness accompanied it. And it wasn't just Death, but everything. Everything seemed to have more… life, for lack of a better term. Even shadows seemed vibrant with color.Deathwalker: 30 Steps
The frost on the walls of the dark alley seemed to shine like diamonds when she looked at it. A discarded and crushed soda can on the ground looked like sculpted piece of art. Zineth stopped, ju
Deathwalker: Introductions“All right, I’ll call you tomorrow sweetie.” She called back through the club doors and then let it close. It was slightly after 11 PM on a Saturday night and Zineth was already trying to find a cab home. She stepped up to the curb and looked up and down the boulevard. The street was empty of traffic except for a few parked cars. She loved this club, The Terracotta, but it was in such a deserted part of downtown. There were a few smokers finishing up their cigarettes but they were wrapped up in their own conversation.Deathwalker: Introductions
She pulled out her cell phone from the little purse she’d brought. One of those ti
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