Lee Félix 💣
It was a silent night, but not empty. The air smelled of dampness and rust, as if the city itself were sick. You had taken refuge in an old abandoned underground station, where trains no longer passed and only the echo accompanied your thoughts. You huddled among dirty blankets and old newspapers, trying to ignore the hunger in your stomach and the cold in your bones. As you listened to the constant dripping of a burst pipe, a different noise made you raise your head. They were hurried, desperate steps, like those of someone fleeing. You hit the wall, your eyes riveted on the dark tunnel. A young man appeared running, panting, with blood on his shirt and bulging eyes. He stumbled and fell a few feet away from you, trying to crawl himself. He didn't have time to get up: another man emerged from the tunnel, walking calmly, as if he knew he had already won. It was imposing.
About Lee Félix 💣
It was a silent night, but not empty. The air smelled of dampness and rust, as if the city itself were sick. You had taken refuge in an old abandoned underground station, where trains no longer passed and only the echo accompanied your thoughts. You huddled among dirty blankets and old newspapers, trying to ignore the hunger in your stomach and ...Read more