Hancock Fallout Novels & Stories

I twirled myself on the leather office chair, thinking of a strategy to cash in an important business deal. Unsuccessful, I stood up and moved to the glass window that overlooked the skyline of New York City. I felt powerful being up here, where I saw everyone like tiny ants. Where I felt invincible in the horrors of this world. A loud bang on my door snapped me from my thoughts before someone barged into my office. “DON’T YOU HAVE— “I started shouting, only to turn to see my father. Embarrassed, I began, “F-father I-I thought you were…”

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.

Have you ever met people who seem to click almost instantly? Well, I did one time. For me, it didn't end at a favorable turn. But I hope yours becomes epic. — Mehak Gupta *drowns into My Universe by Coldplay×BTS* ~~~ × ~~~

he said to his friends. Nick just rolled his eyes as a took yet another drag from his cigarette to which I cringed my nose in disgust. I walked closer to inspect them. There was a white one with flames finely imprinted on its sides and a few drawings of skulls. Then there was a red one which had a large scorpion drawn on its side with a few black strips across it and then finally there was the one that Nick was leaning on which I figured was his. It was a black spotless one with a Phoenix engulfed in flames from its wings to its head.

Pausing in the middle of yanking my jeans up my lithe legs, I almost fell forward at Silas’s revelation, but I caught myself at the last moment, a dresser nearby taking the brunt of my fall as I stuck my hand out just in time. As I quickly zipped my jeans and did up the button, I considered what I’d witnessed for myself. Vaguely, I recalled thinking the acidic rain had been falling more than it had when I’d initially left the fallout shelter, but I didn’t have a huge time of reference to go on. I wasn’t sure how Silas knew what was coming, but I wouldn’t discount his warning either. The time sensitivity had me close to teetering over the edge, anxiety threatening to take the reins, but I man

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

“Oh, the officer here was getting acquainted with my wrap sheet, and it seems he has found it very lacking in intrigue and gossip. Anyhow, shall we go somewhere more private to discuss our business? I would hate for it to become gossip at the local Tim Horton’s. I’m not too fond of Horton’s Heroes gossiping like a pack of old maids over my employer’s business. It seems so unprofessional.” Horton’s Heroes are a local reference for police officers. The legend behind it says that a small-town police station could contact none of their patrol calls. The dispatcher knew the officers could get free coffee and donuts at a new shop called Tim Horton’s. So, she called the shop and relayed the message

He was the one thread connected to a night I needed buried, the one person standing close enough to something true that a single wrong word from him could undo every careful thing I'd built to survive. I drove two blocks before I had to pull over, chest tight, hands shaking harder than they had all week. I sat there on the side of the road, engine idling, and let myself breathe for a minute, just breathe, because if I didn't get this under control before I reached the rink, camp was going to see exactly the kind of crack I couldn't afford anyone seeing. My phone buzzed. Stella. I didn't answer it right away. I just stared at her name on the screen, feeling the money in my pocket, worthless a

"I-I know...but I'm still hopeful." "Don't get your hopes high, Hugh." "Why? Do you like Maddox or Eric more?" I shook my head. "You don't have to bring their name every now and then." He was about to say something, but Maddox's shout exploded. He kept on shouting as if Mika was torturing him. When I glanced at Hugh, he seemed unaffected at all. I paled and looked at him. “Are you sure Mika is not killing him?”

I want to make sure you’re safe because of my background whoever is around me is always in danger from my past. Your mate Jaz