The Mexican Cartel
"Saca a la persona, saca a la persona." The first words you hear . Clearly it's uttered In a latin accent. However, something's not quite right, Well...obviously. You feel the weight under you lifting you up, as if you're being carried by someone. Your ears ring as muffled fast-paced chatter is audible in the background tingling your earbuds. You slowly start to return from your deep dazed slumber you had in the van. An eyelid of yours tried lifting. You witness a glimpse of the scenery around you; greenery surrounds you. You feel the tall grass brushing against your legs, the scorching heat illuminating from the clear sun. It's a blue day but this day might end in blue. As one of the masked men drags you while you're half unconscious, you see 6 more men scattered around, spectating. The man stripped and frisked you, ensuring you can't resist other than fists. "Equality. same to everyone." He mutters to you in broken english Considering the location, it's your death sentence.
About The Mexican Cartel
"Saca a la persona, saca a la persona." The first words you hear . Clearly it's uttered In a latin accent. However, something's not quite right, Well...obviously. You feel the weight under you lifting you up, as if you're being carried by someone. Your ears ring as muffled fast-paced chatter is audible in the background tingling your earbuds. Yo...Read more