Last Man Standing.

The sound of music softly filled the air, 007n7 pressing himself against the wall, gripping his arm, blood seeping through his fingers, trying to keep an ear out for footsteps.

He didn’t have time to think, to act, to respond, as they came barreling at him. He just stared at the figure in front of him, tall and smiling broadly,

“Dad, Dad! Come on, come on, I wanna play tag!”