Hancock Fallout Novels & Stories

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.

"Break." "Okay," Rebecca says, "That's enough. Stop that. You're drawing attention." "Just one more," I say, looking back. Rebecca is right. There are some infected looking toward us but we manage to duck down in time. The second they stop looking, Chuck and I stand up again and throw our combined weight onto the door. As we break down the crooked door, it causes some sort of collapse and a bunch of rocks and metals fall. "Watch out," I yell, pushing Chuck back while stepping back myself. We all watch as the rocks and metals fall for a few seconds. As soon as they stop falling, we hear snarling and growling.

Senior Mr Huxley ended the call. “ Haaaa” Jayden groaned in fury, hauled his phone acrossed the office to the wall and it shattered instantly.

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

The future they would be exploring together. THE END

"Fuck off, Luke." At that moment, Connor had entered the kitchen as well, going to stand beside me. I turned, smiling up at Connor and gulping down my drink. Connor quickly grabbed it out of my hand, bringing it up to his nose to smell it. He cringed the slightest. "Really, we're already on liquor?" Luke shrugged from the other side of the kitchen, "Just helping everyone feel better." ****

"How dare you say Grandpa is dead?" I released her wrist and pulled my phone from my pocket, opened a news page, and held it out to her. "See for yourself." The news headline read, "Dormant Volcano Turns Active. Bareyard Village Reduced to Ruins Overnight." Talia stared, her face turning ashen. Her hands shook as she powered on her phone. Dozens of missed messages and calls immediately popped up. The first voice message was from David. He yelled, "The volcano erupted! Didn't you say the data was all made up by Joshua? The institute even fired him! This is serious!"

And the search‑and‑rescue team ruined everything. My plans are unraveling. The Hallow needs souls, now, and I’m running out of time. Drake should have been taken weeks ago. Emily should have been next. But Drake is still alive. Still breathing. Still resisting. I slam my fist onto the table, candles toppling. Delaney.

The city lights pulsed beyond the tall windows of Aldrich’s house, but inside. Dr.Aldrich stood silently, his eyes locked on the television in the sitting lounge. There was a documentary going on, but it was cut short as breaking news came in. Some images too familiar to Dr. Aldrich filled the screen. Images that burned deeper than any screen could portray. The title came in the report: "Surgeons Scandal: National Hero or Hospital Hypocrite?"