Shadow was eating a pizza he stole from the Rye’s Pizzas. “I can see why the Lord decided to work here. These things are so delicious. I should find out the recipe so I can have my future wife make these everyday.”

The faint sound of a gunshot reached his ears. It was extremely faint, but he immediately threw the pizza aside and rushed to the edge of the roof to check upon Benjamin. Luckily, he was alright. The bullet, however, had struck George’s hand.

“AHHH!” George screamed at the top of his