It was 8:00am.

The sun was gradually setting in the east.

Alexander sat on a log of wood in front of the building he had dropped Larry and his friends corpses.

He had a leaf in his hand, he kept picking them gradually throwing them away.

Lots of things crept in and out of head, the third foe power and revenge was burning deep within him.

He chuckled at the thought of what Geraldine did the previous night "have she forgotten who I am?"

He sighed standing to his feet.

Suddenly he heard noises inside the building.

He went into the room where the left the corpses and pushed the...