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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.
Drip drip drip drip…… a muffled cry can be heard in the distance. A foal lays near a body of a mare, and the mare seems to be impaled with a metal pole. On the floor there's a pool of blood that grows thicker by the minute. Then all of a sudden a loud bang can be heard, the front door is broken down, and in storms a swat team. Let's not jump ahead of ourselves, let's tell it from the beginning.
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.
The winds picked up. Out of the west, the dust rolled in. It blocked out the sun, leaving people unaware of what time it was. It was still day out, but the world outside grew darker. It was like the death of the dinosaurs, how the dust from the meteorite had covered the sun and doomed them, but only it was with a different kind of dust
Molly awoke the sunlight shining in her face, as she peered out the window she noticed that there was many planes soaring high above. Astonished she decided to run down the stairs and out the door, right as Molly stepped out her ears abruted to the sounds of bombs exploding in the distance. Molly’s heart started to pound she was scared and disoriented; as Molly looked to the sky she saw the planes dropping bombs, she rushed inside and saw her father pacing around. Her father ushered he to a cellar inside the house, and said “this will protect you, stay in here until you hear the bombs stop dropping for at least 10 minutes.” Then her father shut the door and Molly heard him rummaging up stairs.
Kenny not paying attention continued on the long road to the middle of knows where. After driving down the road for almost an hour Frank noticed that they were still driving, when they should have been at the hospital forty-five minutes ago. He leans forward and says, “Guys? Where are we?” “All I see is a bunch of trees and a dark road.
The desperate cries of homeless families, mourning over a terrible loss broke the silence. The shattered glass lay scattered all over the place making it hard to walk. Lila picked up the broken bits of timber that were strewn across her body and stood up to witness the damage that had been done. What was once a place she called home was now bits of rubble on top of each other? Smoke swiftly escaped from each house, polluting the air and making it hard to breathe.
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.
The waves crashed along the wooden docks as the navy, blue sky descended over Storybrooke. The stars shined across the turquoise water, making the lapping waves reflect the stars above. A tired Killian walked along the docks, stopping at the location the piece of paper had said to stop at.
It happened so suddenly none of the staff expected it, not even the Charms Professor. It was in the great school of Hogwarts in the middle of the Summer Holiday that when it happened, a bright scarlet light appeared in the near empty Great Hall and from that light something impacted the floor causing it to crash, as though it was hit with a meteor. When the Headmaster and the staff checked the crater that was made from the impact they were surprised to see that there was child in the crater, showing that he was the cause. He was unconscious and had two wounds through and through showing that he was impaled with two blades that were removed from his body and was now bleeding to death. They immediately took the child to Poppy, the school nurse,
Roaring lions, swinging trapeze actors, suspenseful rope actors, goofy clowns, hungry cannibals all under one tent. They’re here to entertain tons of people children and aged, towering giants to midgets, rich or poor because it’s only fifty cents for adults and twenty five cents for kids. Don’t wait for too long since there’re only two shows on May 18th. That’s what Dan and Christopher, best friends since kindergarten, read when arriving to Stoddard’s grocery store to grab a soda and chips in a sizzling day at the start of summer. They are extremely fired up!
Their journey together began when these two cliché soul mates met in a bar. According to Mr. Mike, this is “Where you should always meet your future husband or wife”. (He said this jokingly.) The way they met was kind of a funny story. One of Mr. Mike’s friends wanted him and this girl that is best friends with his wife to meet.
I lean over him and brush a wet strand of hair out of his face. The scrape on my shoulder has scabbed over already, but my movement makes it throb again. Day sits up, rubs a hand wearily across his eyes, and glances around our swaying railcar as if searching for something. He looks first at the stacks of crates in one dark corner, then at the burlap lining the floor and the little sack of food and water sitting between us. It takes him a minute to reorient himself, to remember that we’re hitching a ride on a train bound for Vegas.
