Sylus X Mc Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 – Hyacinth The moment Silas walked away, the tension he left in his wake felt like a storm hovering just above the horizon, ready to unleash chaos at any moment. I sat there, frozen on the stone bench, the sunlight now a warm contrast to the icy chill he'd left behind. His words echoed in my mind: "You’re not ready for my truths." The arrogance. The nerve.

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.