Ezekiel clicked his phone off, putting it back into the pocket of his trenchcoat. Slowly reaching into the inner pocket, he gripped around the base of the pistol. "Your a low level, why dont you just save yourself a nasty fight and spare your life to be taken another day." Ezekiel grunted, rather exhausted from the fight that had drained him earlier. His age was truly showing itself.

Removing the pistol, he placed it on it's side on the cold floor of the fire excape. "Im unarmed, Im not a threat." He soothed her, continuing to remained crouched and leaning against the metal bars of the fire excape.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane