A Junk heap

In the past, Gary was often called hot headed by his family, friends, and classmates who all thought that he did many things on impulse rather than thinking them through, most prominently his choice to dye his hair green. Once the blood rushed to one part of his body, perhaps another part as of late, he acted based on the first thing that came to mind.

It was the same now.

Gary could have easily gone over to Olivia first, or at least called her, or he could have talked about his next course of action with Kai. Any of the other Howlers would have also been fine, all of whom would have surely offered him their help, but instead the teenager had decided to follow after the one Mark that would lead him to Damion.

‘None of those monsters deserve to live! How could they be so cruel to someone like Old Morten?! He’s one of the kindest people in this shitty world! I can’t let them get away with this, otherwise they won't hesitate to do even worse things to others.’