theendwillbringyousolace
emiliecastor
praemonere
wolfwarriorlahey
mimsyofhecate
“What the----” Alabaster sat up, looking out the windows; where the fuck had Claymore driven them to, this time? The man wasn't even around -- and there were nos signs of fight. The boy frowned, taking one more look at the road they were in, and spotted a piece of paper on the window at the driver's side. He read, in Claymore's handwriting: No fuel. Be back in a moment. Cursing, Alabaster got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Damned that cursed, arrogant writer. He could have at least woken up Alabaster before drifting off to the gods know where in his search of fuel. He crossed his arms, thinking of what to do, when he heard steps approaching him.
“Excuse me!” he shouted, waving to whoever it was, “Do you know where is the nearest gas station? Or---- where I am, at least?”
