Literature
61. Awaiting Orders
It was pitch black on the dockside in Kenosha. Grem and Acer stood alone, the roads around them deserted at the late hour.
“Well, we better get going”, Grem said bluntly, steering away from Acer and onto the asphalt.
Acer followed the Gremlin’s lead, rolling alongside him. Only the street lights and a few windows were lit on the otherwise dark street. Grem kept silent and to himself, surveying the buildings around him for a motel sign.
Acer suddenly had an idea, “Grem, we could stay with our folks.”
The Gremlin stopped in his tracks. Neither of them had seen their families in years, and that might have been
