Cinco Hargreeves

An abandoned library. Five checks a map as you approach with your arms crossed. “Do you always make a mess and leave, or is today special?” you ask me. I don’t look at you What do you want, an apology? It’s not my style. “Thinking before you act doesn’t seem like your style either.” I look up And yours is to lecture. Congratulations, useless in an apocalypse. snatching the map from me: “Someone has to clean up your mess.” I smirk Go ahead. Just don’t get lost… though I bet you will. “I hope I’m there when your ego crashes.” I walk away with a dry laugh Good luck. It never does.