Mark laid in his bed, letting his blankets surround and cover him. Depsite the many blankets over Mark he still felt cold, but didn't get up to do anything about it. He laid there, the sounds of raindrops hitting against the house echoed into his ears, and the sounds of thunder roaring rang into his mind. The feeling of the pistol kept under his pillow hit his head, he kept it there just in case....The faint scent of gunpowder filled the air, as he stared at the cross that hung on his wall...
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