Fallout Day The Bombs Fell Novels & Stories

He tried again, and came back to earth. “Only fooling!” He laughed, and took flight with the ease of a swallow. When they reached the top of the mesa and settled back to the ground, they stood at the edge to witness the devastation the war had wrought, and a silent reverence fell upon them. Only an atomic bomb could have done more damage. It occurred to Michael that Hannah’s pictures of the devastation rang eerily true. “Are we ready?” Michael asked quietly. “Yes,” Emma and Hannah answered together with eagerness.

I had been in the camp for a month but the past one week had been very different, we had been attacked ruthlessly, sometimes with heavy bombardments dropping and tearing through our camp. Each new day we arose, we prepared our souls to meet the almighty creator and when we slept, we snored with one eyes open and our ears alert to any rapid movement. The heavy bombs had torn our homes to shreds, death tolls were increasing daily, tragedy ridiculing everything we had imagined possible.

A well regulated plan, can never be counted as an accident. ✾ “Yohan?” I ask, my anxiety raising by the minute. He doesn’t answer me, but he nods. We were by the overlook now, looking down on the dam. Or at least, what’s left of it, anyway. The wooden debris blocking the waterflow from reaching both the Torrids and Savanna were now broken down because of the bombs we strategically placed. Thelma was right, we didn’t have to place much, we just had to place enough. Bombs at the places that held much of it because the rest would just follow suit.

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

I asked in my mind trying to comprehend it. Our morning class ended while I was out on my own world. I can also hear the rumors about the incident happened in the morning but I don’t care. We are currently in the cafeteria today. "Jules, Shells", I call their attention. They turned to me and asked me if I was okay. "Do you know what a falling game is?", I asked them again. Jules stopped eating and Shelly choked so I handed her some water. "Why Ty? Did you receive a letter?" Jules asked worriedly.

She sat there for a moment, basking in the silence, and then she remembered Noah. **** A bomb fell from one of the helicopter’s gaping mouths. It landed beside one of the tanks, and then it began to hiss. Before long, poisoned gas began to billow out of it. All around the cathedral, other bombs just like this one were being dropped, and soon the fog on the ground was so thick that you could not see through it. Vic looked around frantically. It was not in him to give up or surrender, but the battle was lost. His boss had been captured, and there was nothing left for him to do but to call for a retreat.

Yet, back there, he had been feeding into the propaganda. Demeaning himself, convinced he couldn’t be what his alpha needed, let alone wanted in the long run. He’d done exactly what the council wanted and trained him to do. His stomach lurched into his throat with the realization. Of course, being lost in thought as he was. The Brunet hadn’t realized they’d arrived at their destination, and with company. “Azrin? Lexus? What happened?” Rett inquired. His concern blatant in both his voice and the soothing pheromones the beta was smothering them with. Lexus didn’t hesitate to answer.

I spit out and I don’t know where that rage came from, my emotions are getting the better of me. She sits back a little bit stunned and glares at me, “Fine, fuck it, I’m pregnant.” That was no ordinary bomb, that was a nuclear fucking bomb that just detonated right in front of my face.

No deliveries were scheduled for Sundays, yet here they were—clear signs of movement. Meekey crouched by a dumpster and waited. Sure enough, thirty minutes later, a beat-up gray van rolled down the alley, paused at the door, and honked twice. The back opened from the inside. Fast hands passed out crates—marked “Equipment” in bold stencil. She wasn’t close enough to see what was really in them, but she knew it wasn’t jump ropes. Drugs. Maybe weapons. Maybe both. Same old Drew. But cleaner and Smarter.

Because of her. Her phone buzzed again sometime after midnight. Ethan: Please. Talk to me. Her chest tightened. She typed three words. Deleted them. Typed again. Then she placed the phone face down. If she answered, she would break. And if she broke, she would choose herself. She couldn’t afford that. The next morning came without mercy. Maya showered mechanically, dressed carefully, applied makeup with steady hands. She chose neutral colors, simple lines of armor disguised as elegance.