Fire Truck Game の小説・ストーリー

Meeting Dante. Life events, big and smalI, that'd shaped me into who and where I was today. How many more of those did I have left, if any? Pressure squeezed the oxygen from my lungs. Get down. But I couldn't. Thud. Thud. Thud. He was here. The last thud finally kicked my fight or flight into high gear. My body jerked, a gasp of life in the face of death, but it was too late. The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin.

Every last broken, emotionally constipated one of them. A love like mine. Granted … knowing this particular group of stubborn, traumatized, testosterone-driven idiots … it’s probably going to be about as easy as herding caffeinated wolves through a glass factory. But hey. I like a challenge. My eyes shift to the side when a bright flash of red catches my attention. A fire truck sits beside the house. Station 34. Several firefighters stand nearby, arms folded casually like they’re waiting for some arson event. One of them walks up to the car as Alejandro and I step out.

Pauly says but I shook my head no, it's not real. "Where are we?" I ask him again, this can't be real, I think my brain has finally gone to insanity. "We're in Light&Fire academy," he says the words that I was worried about them, they can't be real. "Pauly, stop it," I say shaking my head no, this isn't real, I say tears starting to gather in my eyes, I'm insane, I'm completely insane. "Hey, it's gonna be fun, we'll live through your stories, didn't you say you wanted to live through them, it'll be so fun," Pauly assures me, but I kept shaking my head no, this can't be real.

Milo ran outside to pick it up, but the back doors of the ambulance were already closing. “We have your information and the police may stop by later to get a statement, but it looked like your run of the mill heart attack, poor man,” the EMT didn’t stop for Mile’s responses before he ducked into the driver’s seat and the ambulance set off with its siren on. Miles looked down at the object in his hands. It was a small piece of paper and on it was written two words: Chaidou Forest.

I was busy building heaps when the house behind the house exploded I left what I was doing and ran home..It was such a bad day😣😣 Lucy followed me back to the land very early the next day A little part of the land was affected by the flames and the other part was spared I heard the voice of a woman groaning in pains. At first I thought it was from the burnt house but the house was rusticated..The sound continued and we checked around the farm Fortunately we found a woman laying helpless on the floor,Her face was badly burnt,She was groaning in pains and slowly loosing her life..

I like throwing puns with my mate because she always gets me. "I'm just fooling around, mate. Come on, stand there on the other side of the huge computer screen." I said to her and then I also went to the other end of the computer screen where a gun controller was positioned. The gun controller is what we'll gonna use later to shoot the zombies that are on the huge screen. Whoever gets the highest number of killed zombies will be the winner of the game. "Okay, what's next? What am I going to do here?" Freya asked me while looking strangely at the gun controller.

By Tamar writes 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ********** ••CISCO'S ROOM•• "I won!" Flame exclaimed when she won the race Her and Cisco were currently playing a game in Cisco's Xbox. He rarely use it but Flame insisted he teaches her how do play.

The accident happened on our way to Yellowstone. When the RV flipped off the cliff, I thought it was the end. But when I opened my eyes, we weren't in a hospital. We were in a strange, cold space filled with damp mist. A massive holographic screen floated before us, displaying a blood-red countdown. A cold, mechanical voice—perhaps some higher-dimensional deity—announced the rules: Welcome to the Werewolf World's "Rebirth Trial." You are already dead. However, complete the mission, and you shall be reborn.

My hands shake as I jam the key into the door. "Sir, you need to evacuate immediately!" A firefighter grabs my shoulder. I shake him off. "Back the fuck off! I'm getting this car out!" The engine roars to life on the first try. Thank God James kept her in pristine condition. Above me, the garage roof creaks ominously. Flames are starting to lick through the connecting wall from the house. I throw it in reverse just as the first support beam crashes down where the hood was seconds ago. The Chevelle's tires screech against concrete as I gun it backward, narrowly missing a fire truck.

Already, there's a puddle on the floor, with a bunch of infected standing in it. Seeing the puddle as it pours over the ledge, I aim at it and shoots. "What the hell did you just do," Chuck yells as my bullet ignites the gasoline and starts a massive flame. "I'm burning some infected," I answer, turning around to see Rebecca. "In the hope that they'll die and stop shaking the helicopter while we all climb out of here. Come on. There's a fire right outside and we're in a metal box. We need to move fast."