i'll wait my time to terrorize you
The sun rises on Chicago on a rather unsettling sight.
There is blood everywhere. There are a couple of men dead in front of the Conrad. They had questioned what she was doing. She was hungry. She had to take care of the witnesses. Scrawled in blood on the sidewalks, on the glass, on the walls, everywhere are words the city hasn't seen in quite a long time.
CLF propaganda's been quiet as of late, after all.
They'll fucking burn. They'll all fucking burn. The fucking Wanderers, the scourge of the city. They'll be fucking cleansed, the fuckers. They'll all die. They'll all die. Tick tock tick tock the fucking clock's running out. There's only one fucking way to take back the city and it starts here. You're not fucking safe. No one's fucking safe. Not with those fuckers around.
Wanderers.
Wanderers. They'll fucking burn and bleed out, just like this. You can't fucking run. You can't fucking hide. Their time will fucking come. Just like this. Fire and blood and falling.
Kittentits is dead, a stake through her heart, face down in a pool of what little blood she had remaining. Time really is running out, though. There's a bomb. She might as well make them pay. Make them burn. Give them a little fucking taste of what fear is. It's been so long since they've had someone standing up for what's right in this city.
There is blood everywhere. There are a couple of men dead in front of the Conrad. They had questioned what she was doing. She was hungry. She had to take care of the witnesses. Scrawled in blood on the sidewalks, on the glass, on the walls, everywhere are words the city hasn't seen in quite a long time.
CLF propaganda's been quiet as of late, after all.
They'll fucking burn. They'll all fucking burn. The fucking Wanderers, the scourge of the city. They'll be fucking cleansed, the fuckers. They'll all die. They'll all die. Tick tock tick tock the fucking clock's running out. There's only one fucking way to take back the city and it starts here. You're not fucking safe. No one's fucking safe. Not with those fuckers around.
Wanderers.
Wanderers. They'll fucking burn and bleed out, just like this. You can't fucking run. You can't fucking hide. Their time will fucking come. Just like this. Fire and blood and falling.
Kittentits is dead, a stake through her heart, face down in a pool of what little blood she had remaining. Time really is running out, though. There's a bomb. She might as well make them pay. Make them burn. Give them a little fucking taste of what fear is. It's been so long since they've had someone standing up for what's right in this city.