Fallout Day The Bombs Fell Novels & Stories

"You think you've won? You think this is over?" "It's over. Your plan failed." "This plan failed. But I have contingencies. Plans within plans." His hand moved to his jacket pocket. "I've spent years preparing for this." He pulled out a remote detonator. Small and black with a single red button under his thumb. My blood turned to ice. "I've placed bombs throughout Moonfall territory," Damon said calmly. "Schools, hospitals, homes. Places where your people gather and feel safe." Stella's voice came through my earpiece panicked. "Ash the academy. Luna's house. The medical centre."

It’s unmistakable. Rafael continues, voice even. “The bomb’s being placed as we speak. We’ll watch the news tomorrow morning with espresso.” Riccardo smirks, leaning back. “We should send him flowers, too. Black roses.” The three of us share a look, one that carries anger, unity, and silent promise. Camillo wanted a war? He was about to drown in one. I woke up early the next morning. Waiting for news of an explosion. It comes at 6:14 AM.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” the warplanes began to bombard the monsters. They all burn with fire. All the remaining soldiers were excited again. They shot the monster down and finally victory for the Hope organization had arrived. But all that means nothing to Eren. He had lost the person he loved so much.

Soldiers crouched low, some murmuring quick prayers, as the acrid smell of burning wood and flesh filled the air. The second bomb came just moments later, targeting the cafeteria. The building was reduced to rubble in seconds. The zombies trapped inside were incinerated, their grotesque forms disintegrating in the inferno. From a safe distance, Bayo staggered to his knees, clutching his head as he severed his connection with the horde. Erickson’s radio crackled. “Targets one and two neutralized.” --- Across the sprawling ruins of EKSU, survivors who had not yet evacuated were thrown into a panic. The relentless explosions drove them into desperate sprints, trying to find cover or reach the d

We had to time this perfectly or we would give away our position. I got into position and when Noah motioned, I ran to the wall and placed a brick of C4 on the wall. I waited for Noah to motion again then ran back to the cover of the woods. “Bombs set.” team one and two said across the radio. I breathed a sigh of relief that they were able to set their bombs without being spotted. A few moments later Jax came across the radio, “Breach now.” “Three, two, one. Blow.” Noah said, and all three of the bombs went off.

Mate, Beast whispers inside me. Yeah, months won't work for either of us. The America we're walking through now was blasted by bombs in the early days of the war. After the first wave of electromagnetic pulses and the nuclear fallout, the U.S. tried to stop the hellhounds with sizable bombs in their own cities. If you survived the hellhounds, the U.S. military was your second threat and civilians had to clear their homes and move closer to Washington once the word to evacuate was given. If you didn't leave, you were just another casualty.

Mate, Beast whispers inside me. Yeah, months won't work for either of us. The America we're walking through now was blasted by bombs in the early days of the war. After the first wave of electromagnetic pulses and the nuclear fallout, the U.S. tried to stop the hellhounds with sizable bombs in their own cities. If you survived the hellhounds, the U.S. military was your second threat and civilians had to clear their homes and move closer to Washington once the word to evacuate was given. If you didn't leave, you were just another casualty.

Said Jessica descending out of the room living Vivana back to her laptop. Jessica walked back starting her wrangler off to the station, picked up Dannie. They both drove off for the Griffith Park. The bomber had happened four days earlier and had been said to having caused a blast. Killing thirty individuals and living about seventy two casualties with very severe injuries. People had seen their way waiting to the performance of a popular country music Donald Alfredo who was supposed to perform that very Saturday on the eighth of September. A few suspicious movements had been captured on the park cameras but the terrorists seemed to have been hiding their faces from getting caught.

At Kings Land Within two hours, George, Tim, and the other team members arrived and dropped bombs at the airport, headquarters, government hospitals, schools, and banks. The unprepared soldiers and citizens who were on duty and sleeping soundly were shocked to their wits and running helter-skelter. Irrespective of their confusion, they kept dropping their bombs and killing them in their thousands. “Where are their cemeteries?” George asked the Commander not minding the wailing in the air.

Just a minute ago, we were sure that we would die and now there were no signs that told us that we would. "Do you think, it's over?" Scarlet whispers. "I don't know. It sounds like it." I whisper-reply back. "Should we go check?" Scarlet proposes. I shake my head furiously. "No!" I protest. She nods and sits back down. That's when the sounds start again, and this time they were louder. Fate had a cruel way of dealing with things. It had a way of making us feel safe and then suddenly crumbling our ground just when we thought that things would be alright. This time the tears didn't come. This time I was done crying. I got up from my place and looked at Scarlet whose face had turned white. I co