OUTNUMBERED
OUTNUMBERED A fiery house is seen abandoned in a space painted with marks of dead bodies. Screeches of finger nails can be seen on the wall, with traces of faint blood oozing around the place. What mattered to Alex the most was getting his pound of flesh from Katrina, no matter the place. All those days Alex had been restless, sleep felt like a chore to him, and he wished and prayed that the days would move faster, faster than the speed of light, so that Sunday could come around again for Uncle Mark to drive him in his faded blue jeep.It seems like the wind took his whispers of prayer to the universe. Sunday came by with Uncle Mark no where to be found. A burst of laughter is heard from within him, his opposer was laughing at the disappointment his facial features held. Alex’s heart beating so fast like a jet plane screeching over his head ready to punch his reflection in the mirror. His mom Rebecca had called out to him to let him know about the change of plans w...