Dark *********s peered out from the corner of an alley at a nearby super market. Waiting in anticipation for the signal. The owner of the eyes turned to look at the small group of teenage boys behind him. You could see their ribs, and their eyes had an almost dead look to them. The young man no older than 15 scratched his head attempting to rid himself of some of the lice that had been biting at him the past week. Then he heard a noise like a car driving close to the supermarket. He looked over to see an armored car pull into the loading bay of the super market. The boys behind him heard... Read More