Fed to the Rules and I Hit the Ground Running || {dtm open}
The streets were mean and law and order could basically be thrown out the window because who needs rules and laws, who needs to follow anything but their personal creed in a post apocalyptic world?
Kiyotaka Ishimaru did.
And he was hell bent on returning order to what was left of this world.
Boots crunched underneath him. Glass, asphalt, the crackle of flames from some of the fires rioters had set, he heard them all. He needed to find someone he knew, and fast.
He didn't want to admit that he was scared. He was a leader dammit! Leaders don't get scared!
...
Or maybe leaders are the ones who are the most scared, in the end.









