Six Sentences on Sunday
“Leave them,” Denny shouts. Bea might not understand the words, but she understands the sentiment. She screams then takes the axe to the next cage–the screech of metal on metal echoing in the stark room.
Denny spits in disgust. “Crazy old fool,” he mutters. “Let’s get out of here.”
From a The 100 fanfic.
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