And they all start coming out of the woodwork…
They were like insects, Drake and his friends. Scurrying about in fear and crawling out again when you least expected it. They were vile, and yet it would be ever so satisfying to step on one and extinguish their life in a single blow. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Talbot instinctively drew his gun at the sight of the others, already aware that he was outnumbered, but he knew how to tip the scales in his favor. Usually.
“Well it seems like we have an interesting situation here, doesn’t it?”