Evan Smith
"Smith, baril!"
May hinagis na baril saakin si Mostar. Agad ako pumosisyon sa gilid ng sofa.
Patuloy ang pag papaulan ng bala ng mga kasamahan ni Bernard Rosveille saamin. Malapit na masira ang bullet proof na bintana na bumabalot sa buong sala.
"How many they are?"
"Kulang kulang singkwenta de armas." iling ni Calvin na katulad ko ay nasa likod ng sofa. "Tsk. As if I'll let them kill me. Paasawahin muna nila ako."
Let me marry my wife first. Lalo na at mag kakaanak na kami ni Desiree. There's no room for giving up.
Giving up is for weak people only. As long as the sun rises for another beginning, don't lose hope. As long as you're alive and breathing, fight. You aren't alone, there's a lot of people out there who are already in the edge, but choose to fight and conti
