IceOcean

The heavy door slammed, bouncing into the splintering frame. Heavy boot steps echoed down the hall, slamming on the grimy wooden floor. He was home. A boy and a woman sat waiting nervously the dirty table, a naked light bulb dangling above them. Nothing else decorated the small room, aside from a refrigerator in one corner, and tiny island bar made out of peeling plywood and plastic. The figure of the man suddenly loomed in the doorway, and they both inwardly shuddered, suppressing their fear. The hair on his forehead was plastered down with sweat, dark circles under bloodshot eyes with which he scanned the room. Dragging himself over to th