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As soon as the team arrived, they began searching the storage unit. Within a few minutes, Kirk discovered the first body hidden behind a panel in the far corner of the room. "Guys, I found something," he yells, waving the machine back and forth in front of the far wall. "Look, there's a small gap between the wall and ceiling." Jerry says, pointing towards the corner.
(NAME) awoke a few hours later, nuzzling against the solid warmth in front of her. She pondered why her pillow was so solid, and mumbled something incoherent as she prised open her eyes. Oh. That's not her pillow.
A bounty hunter named Kisa was running away from two hired goons who had chased her down to a hidden night club. She had managed to dodge them and vanish into a shadowy alleyway, but as she was escaping out of the alley the clattering of a metal gate gave her position away. So she quickly darted for cover and just as she was about to get out of their line of sight she was tagged by three sleeping darts. Kisa tried to get farther away to hide better, but she passed out before she could.
EXT. SPACE - NIGHT A small spaceship sits in the dark canvas of space surrounded by beautiful galaxies. On the side in white lettering is the word: SALVATION. A yellow glow is emitted from windows.
The bus looked more like a subway train. It didn't have any wheels. Instead, in hovered slightly above a metal road. When the bus took off, the teenagers looked out the windows and they saw people who looked like humans, as well as reptile-like creatures. There were also little green men with black eyes and big heads.
Nothing can keep Kevin from attending the high school championship football game, except his parents. After many nights of getting drunk with his friends, and missing curfew his parents have had enough. It 's Friday night, and Kevin 's parents are going out of town for the night, that means Kevin 's home watching the house. "
A gust of wind pushed up against treeline, sending twigs, leaves, and branches flying. The rain was coming down in sheets, making it nearly impossible to see. Three men took shelter behind whatever they could from the element: rocks, trees, and sometimes each other to avoid debris and rain. The three aimlessly walked, trying to find anything that could lead them back to their path. Everyone pointed fingers and blamed the other two, criticizing everyone and everything but themselves.
At a short of twenty paces away from the thatch, the D.K.s caravan appeared, a small band of about fifteen men stood yelling on the road. Some men of the platoon carried a long cycle chain, while others, had a long shaft in their hand. It was a typical sign of any gang. A little ahead of them walked a tall and shiny cover figure. With his head raised upright, his eyes aggrieved, he took slow methodical steps, his mind lost in unfathomable thoughts.
Never fear, never fear, for I am here. Never fear, never fear, don't shed a tear. A pair of forlorn faces this way come. I know them better than some, better than themselves, though not better than the other. I know them not from what they were, nor understand who they are meant to be, but I understand what they are.
The weather gotten noticeably colder and the stars became more distinguish in the clear night sky. The sky seems a bit more open and as TK stare up at the vast night sky, he felt small as the universe open its billions of eyes down upon him. Shaking the feeling off with callous fingers through his long dreaded hair. TK mind was distracted and no matter what he do he couldn’t shake the thoughts troubling him. This missions were much more complex then he first thoughts
It seemed as if every light in the house was on. That’s what little brothers do; they waste everything. They dump food on the floor, they leave water running, and they don’t turn off lights. That is an older sisters job, so that’s what I was doing.
1 Lavishly, the moon pours light onto the trees. Decorated in the waning crescent these wispy slivers of green shiver under the winds cold curse. The tip tap footsteps of a mouse tinkle through the wood, bouncing from tree to tree. Walking through the thick silence there is a king, an emperor. Yet he is as silent as the trees, he leaves nothing but gentle whispers and delicate imprints in the ground.
These violent tremors lasted days, and the monstrosity tore down any structure in its path. These days were long enough for Athóos, the king Méso of to devise a plan. “My people, though stricken with grief in these toughest of days should not lose hope, for I have found somewhere for
The tell-tale signs were still there. Wagons and stands that were now in pieces lined were streets once were, they must have had a market day. A large fountain that was remarkably untouched stood in the middle of disaster. Ahead, I saw a woman, who looked about six months pregnant, and two men standing in the middle of the destroyed square in silence.
It ripped up trees, destroyed cars, carried houses into the air… and Justin Sky was caught in the middle of it all. Justin tried to take cover, but everything was being destroyed. Him and his family searched frantically for shelter, and ran into a small building on the edge of town. They ducked into the room, looking for