A drop of rain from the crying heaven smelt like a drop of clotted blood from the amour of warriors.
Blood mixed with water.
Like the wine served in Mount Olympus
Pains of the ones we lost.
Tears we shed for our loved ones.
A single breeze sweeping away the oblivion to eternity.
What is life?
They were under attack. Jack and his men who were with him immediately took cover from the shot fired at them, while they shot right back at the men. They were the three men they had bumped into when they had gotten here earlier. One of the men seemed to have run down the stairs leaving the other two to keep them stalled. Though Jack came over here prepared for anything that could happen he never imagined that Diane would be killed before they got their hands on her nor was he expecting to be caught in a gunfight here.
