Crash Ice Age 2 Novels & Stories

Sycamore replied with a wry smile. I continued to press him for answers, refusing to back down. "Talk to me, Sycamore. What happens if the ice cracks?" He shivered involuntarily, the memory of past horrors etched across his face. "The ice first cracked a millennium ago, and I was only a young boy then. Let's just say it's not something you want to see again." "That doesn't really tell me much," I pressed further. "It wasn't supposed to. This conversation is over," he declared, turning away from me.

He was curled up in the snow, too cold to speak. We helped him up and started walking back. A deep rumble came from somewhere in the distance. I looked up. A crack was spreading across the ice. It was coming toward us. “Run!” We ran. But the ice was too slick. My boots could not grip. The crack caught up to me. The ice collapsed beneath my feet. I fell. A hand grabbed my wrist.

"Can I ask a practical question? If Maya goes back to January 15th, how does she survive the freeze? The whole point was she wasn't prepared then. She'd be trapped in the apocalypse with no shelter." "Future Maya said the device brings you back after twenty-four hours," Maya said. "You'd have to survive one day of the freeze, then you return to present." "Survive how? Where?" Maya realized she didn't know. Future Maya hadn't specified. "I'd have to secure shelter quickly. Maybe One World Trade Center itself—it survived the freeze." "So the plan is: go back, find Victor, kill him, then hide in his building for twenty-four hours hoping you don't freeze to death." Jessica's voice was flat. "Tha

Julian leaned out the window, his face twisted with worry. “The ice is too thin!” he yelled. “The heat’s too much! Get off the ice, Maya!” “I can’t!” she yelled back, but she doubted he could hear her over the storm. She finally reached the edge of the rig. The air was thick, hot, and steamy. Hard to breathe, hard to see. She jammed her skates into the ice, spraying water everywhere, but her bad leg buckled. She crashed, sliding until her cast slammed into the metal base with a heavy thud.

Was the boy trying to scare me? I pulled onto the emergency lane, then took a deep breath and rubbed my belly. "Son, did your memories get scrambled during your reincarnation? We live in the twenty-first century now. We have heated floors at home, and we didn't need hunting rifles for food a long time ago." 'Who said his memory's scrambled? Just do what he said! In our last life, when the extreme cold hit, the whole world was thrown into another ice age. The people who froze to death turned into zombies! My brother and I died when the zombies bit into our necks!'

The headlights were bright and coming fast and Mable was right there in the middle of the road, her eyes wide, her hair wet from rain that I could hear but not feel. She was looking at me. Not at the car. At me. Like I was the thing she had not seen coming. I did not move. The crash was not loud. That was the part that woke me up. In every movie, every scene, it was always loud. This was just a dull, deep thud, and then she was gone, and the headlights swept past, and I was still standing there in the empty street with the rain coming down and and a strange quiet settled in, the kind you feel when you've seen something bad and didn't do anything.

"Aiden, my shoulder—" Grace tried to take a step but stumbled. Blood was soaking through the makeshift bandage. Her vision blurred from pain. Then she heard it. A sound like breaking glass but deeper, louder, coming from beneath her feet. She looked down. A thin crack running across the ice. Getting wider. "The ice," she whispered. Another sound. Sharp. Violent. The crack spread faster, branching out like lightning. "Grace, run!" Aiden grabbed her good arm. "Get to shore!"

“Let’s do this.” They moved to the center of the ice. The rink was dark except for the emergency lights and the glow from Elara’s phone. “We can’t use the big speakers, but I’ll use my phone and skate around you while you perform,” Elara said, queuing up the music. “Alright. Let’s do this,” Elias replied, breathing heavily. The flashback of the fall hit him suddenly, the timing off, the twist, the impact. He stumbled back a step.

Adrian asked, his hands pausing on his laces. "Let me see your left foot." Ethan gently gripped the toe of Adrian's boot, tilting it toward the harsh fluorescent light. He pointed to the structural seam. "Look at this. The locking mechanism is completely loose. If you take a hard turn on the ice, this blade is going to snap right out of the holder." Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He reached down and gave the steel runner a firm tug. With a sickening click, the blade wobbled loosely in his hand. If he had stepped onto the ice, his ankle would have snapped the moment he crossed the blue line.

[Tires screech ominously! [Crash!!!] ___ To be continued ___