Update | A flash fiction story

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"Shit! Stay away from me!" Drawde swung the gun around wildly, his cheeks covered in tears and dirt. The flickering light of the fire cast dancing shadows on his face, his eyes two black holes. "Shit! I want out," he screamed.

The night was cold and the outside walls of Argon were dotted with small fire pits. There were no neon lights in here. No ads, no tall buildings…