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Chapter 3
Chicago 1968
The Battle of Chicago
I was more angry than scared. Sometimes the other way around. The world was burning and I had to go someplace. The Monster was hungry and relentless. It needed more bodies for the slaughter. One of them was mine. It could find you if you were sleeping. It could find you if you'd been good or bad. It would find you if you let it and kill you dead if it could.
I could feel it reach out with its deadly hand.
It was my move.
I ran.
Copyright 2013
Marcus Stein
