Hancock Fallout Novels & Stories

I raked my hair through my hair trying to figure out where he could be when a truck pulled up, Todd was driving like a maniac, Commander Ryan in the passenger seat. “Get in!” He bellowed, and he didn’t have to tell us twice. We jumped in the bed of the truck, crouching down immediately as Todd stepped on the gas. There was a stream of vehicles racing out of the base, heading straight West, which would be the direction Devon and Usel would have taken. The drive was long and already felt like it took days instead of hours. Cassi’s hands were clenched tight around the tailgate, her knuckles white and eyes wide. She was on high alert, as was I, as we got closer the sky was dark; not with clouds

She never showed any interest in drugs, and I knew that was something that wouldn't change no matter what happened. "I'm afraid it is." My dad remarks, surprising me. "What?" I ask, surprised. "I had the tests redone several times. They all showed the same thing. They found trace amounts of both Benzos and Opium." My father replied. "What? How is that even possible?" I ask. "We're not sure quite yet. But that brings us to the new problem." Officer Johnson commented. "Which is?" I ask. "With the details of the heist being kept hidden, the public will demand answers about the crash, including the reason behind Ms. St. James' death."

I nervously grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it as Ryker neared me but I realized that it was dead. Fuck no! This was a really bad time for my phone to die. Ryker finally reached me and stood in front of me, I ignored him and bobbed my head to an imaginary song playing in my head. "Hey, Grumps." I heard him say. Goosebumps rose on my skin. "You're toxic I'm slipping under, with the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic." I sang Toxic by Britney Spears.

He has the hottest groan in the world and I hope to the moon that I never hear it again. I honestly can’t wait for you guys to come back because I can’t face Miss. Weathers alone. All the love and please don’t judge to hardly (Killer). Hailstorm _______________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: Lacy.Lace.Graham@Tomlinson.com