Given Up

SmokerBoy made his way through the right field, a cold gaze in his eyes.

The corners of his lips were twitching, and his arms seemed to shake. It didn't seem like everything was alright with him.

It was because he was a heavy smoker back in the real world. So heavy that he had to smoke at least one cigarette in an hour to avoid the shakes.

It had been about an hour since he last smoked a cigarette, and thus, he was starting to get shakes. During this state of his, he was becoming quite mentally unstable.

It has cost him three marriages already.

"Ragh!"

SmokerBoy smashed bodies with Dominic.

"Ugh!" Dominic's face turned pale, and he got shoved out of the way. 'What the hell? He is strong!'

SmokerBoy lunged past him and headed towards the last line of defense, Jonathan.

"Watch out, Jonathan, something is wrong with this dude!" Dominic shouted.

'Is he on drugs?' Jonathan frowned, steeling himself.