ALIEN

ATTACK VINO;

my small dying

 I flip a zipped light, threaten fire, the black moth burned under his own skin as he fought against us, and I felt his hot fire under my hand, that held his arm, I shook a bottle, and the messy lid cracked and dripped the drug onto his skin,

then I took off the plastic sheaf, of the syringe and pushed it in.

He stopped moving, but the other men in their wooden yellow masks, men I didn’t know, shoved him around, and stepped on him like clumsy blind bears, as he struggled, and then screamed;

"I am not going to be in put in your fire!"

Then hawthorne gets injected.

I am against Her.