Getting The Hell Outta Dodge Novels & Stories

“For now, can you crawl?” Is Zachili the one who saved me? And how would he fucking fight them off without getting killed by one of these goddamn flying bullet? “Crawl, Oasis. We have to get outta here!” Mellow screams again, urging me to start moving on my elbows and knees.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.” “You might have to. Be ready. Barricade the door. Anything heavy. A desk, a cabinet, whatever you can move. If someone gets through, you lunge, then run. Cut, stab, push, do whatever it takes to get out. Get into the street, somewhere busy where they can’t get you alone. Got it?” “I got it.” “I’m nearly there. Just hang on.” “Please hurry, Diablo.” “I won’t be long.”

My feet slip and slide on the wet leaves and mud as I try to quickly get my feet back underneath me. I manage to get to my feet and dodge as he goes to grab for me. I then run again. Unfortunately, the delay from me slipping allowed another beast to get in front of me. I slide again as I change directions, but at least this time I manage to stay on my feet, just staying out of his reach. He then yells behind me, "You won't get away, little breeder!"

— Lap 2 — As I emerge from the obstacle course, I have barely a moment to catch my breath before the hail of arrows and spears rain down. I duck as low as I can in my seat while maneuvering the vehicle back and forth, dodging the projectiles piercing the air. My heart races, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I navigate this doom - The Gauntlet.

When I opened my eyes again, I found I'd been reborn. I was back to a week before Elaine's untimely death. School was out, and Harvey had gone home to visit his mother because she felt unwell. He would only be back tomorrow afternoon. I was supposed to go on a business trip to Stone City in two days; I was the team leader. My boss had given the order that we had to return with the signed contract—if we closed the deal, we'd all get promotions and raises. But if we failed, the whole team would run the risk of being fired and losing our bonuses.

"Make it fast love~ We need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible" He mumbled the last line lowly sensing the danger building up around him. -----

(Note the sarcasm please) "Please let us go." I muttered in a begging tone. At times like these, first you gotta try the pitiful tactic, and if that doesn't work, you gotta use the crotch-kicking tactic. And even if that doesn't work, you gotta do what you gotta do to save your one and only life; that is, throw all your heavy possessions at the perpetrators(including any additional burdens like a drunk dude by my side) and run like your ass is on fire.

Wade scrambled to grab them, shouting in desperation. “Don’t let them get away! Hold them! Someone stop them—” No way he was letting anyone escape. The more he pinned down, the less he’d have to pay! ***

But… "I once thought you were my savior, sent from heaven. But Spencer… you were just part of a well-planned scheme." As I finished speaking, Spencer's proud, unyielding posture collapsed completely. He dropped to his knees in front of my wheelchair, locking eyes with me at eye level. He asked, his voice quiet, "What would it take for you to forgive me?" The cigarette burned down to the filter, the ashes falling onto my fingertips, stinging me with their sharpness. I spoke softly, "Spencer, get me my revenge." "Alright," he answered without hesitation. - Two weeks later, news of Melanie's death spread.

I gave them back their own words, one by one, exactly the way they'd given them to me. "Then stay here. Stay right here. It's so safe in here, isn't it? Completely sealed. Nothing gets in. Not a bomb, not a zombie, not anything." Dad dropped to his knees and slammed his forehead into the concrete floor over and over again, the thud of it echoing through the room, blood spreading across his skin. "No! That's not true! That's not true! "Outside, it's spring! There's a barbecue out there! There's steak! There's everything!