My tears flowed down my cheeks as the memory of lying there washed over me. The taste of my blood returned to my mouth, and I recalled how my breath g...rew labored and that it had reminded me of the sound my father made in the last days, as cancer stole his life’s breath and I thought, ‘Daddy, I need you.’, but I didn’t want him because I thought wanting him would make me join him and I wasn’t ready to go. And I remembered how he had turned his head away when I entered his hospital room, not. Uriah still didn't understand what could have happened. To think that all four fell asleep was preposterous. To think they were all traitors seemed equally ridiculous. Yet what other explanation was there?And now this huge battle. Uriah's instincts were screaming at him that he didn't understand the mind of his enemy. From that fact alone, on his own he would have called off the attack against his enemy's apparently hopeless position. But it was not his decision to make.The grayness of the. She was a tall, slender English Literature student with pale skin and long, silky brown hair that reached just about to her not-as-small-as-you'd-think A-cups. She was stood in a figure-hugging white jumper with a diagonally-cut hem that fell just below her ass, talking to another of our housemates: Jack.Jack was one of those short guys who was definitely compensating for something. His 5'4" stature made him shorter than all the girls in our flat, except Emily, and he did that thing short guys. Empty. Now being closer to the rear of the store, out of range of the sounds of the slushie machine and the videogames, I can hear mumbling from the rear wall. Maybe someone robbed the place, tied him up and hid him under the desk. I waltz over to take a look. Nothing. While the sound is muffled, it is slightly louder. I look up and see an air vent. Next room maybe? I leave the office, returning the door to its original position, and proceed further down the dimly lit hall. The next door must.