"Ah, shit… I forgot as well,"
I looked up towards Auntie's face and noticed that she was genuine.
Her face was furled as she cursed her own stupidity as well, but she managed to get over it in no time.
"Shit… I'll get somebody to retrieve the gravestone. Don't worry… It's okay,"
Aunty's voice was soothing.
So soothing, it almost acted as a lullaby, putting me to sleep.
…
Another few days had passed, and it was beginning to become very monotonous.
Each day was so dull that I felt myself going insane… despite the many things we were doing.
First, we were still acting with the rest of Tolf, who managed to survive the apocalyptic attack on New York.
They apparently made their own base towards the outskirts of New York, so they were quickly able to avoid it while also collecting information on what was happening… sadly, it wasn't any different from what we ordered.
