The feeling and thoughts one gets in the dark are always deceitful. Nothing good usually co.es out of it. Darkness will always hit the bullseye when it strikes for it sees through the light, and its patient, waiting for the perfect time to attack. Fear the dark for we know not what comes with it.
The fear of loss is breathtaking, realising the person on the floor is Grace I pointed the gun to the door to look if anyone was around, I went back to where she was and bent down to look if she was breathing. On getting close I could smell the scent of alcohol in are breath, I checked her pulse to know if she was alive, and she was. I could feel her pulse but it was weak, I stocked both guns at the back of my gean trouser and carried her upstairs straight to her bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the water revive her to her senses. After some time I took her to her bed and she immediately fell asleep.
