Daniel Reaving
Thirty Thousand Club
Atrio nodded as he pointed to one old woman that sat there on a bench still breathing her eyes where black like atrios and the veins around her eyes where also black the woman's breathing was raspy and hurt her eyes wide with fear "this is my memory" Atrio said quietly as he walked over to the woman and stared into her fear stricken and dead eyesRoman said:"What's the problem? I can't really see much... Damn fog." Luke said. "This is your memory?"