Thoma Trailer Novels & Stories

Gina has been a depressed kid for a while not until I brought her to the foundation and she started opening up when she met the other kids, so I don't know how she ended up on the roof of the building and even falling off, it was a miracle she didn't die but sustained serious injuries and a broken neck, it's going to take some time for her to heal but otherwise her life isn't in danger. Sister Martha kept blaming herself for the incident saying she wasn't taking care of the kids properly that's why such a thing would happen, It took a lot of convincing to tell her she wasn't at fault. After visiting Gina at the hospital and leaving her at the safety of sister Martha I got home feeling really

"Dude, we should go to your place. It's out away from everything, and you have that generator. We could build a huge fence and—" "I hate to be the evil sound of reason in this amazing solution, but there's not enough room in his trailer. We have six people and a baby. Where are we going to put everyone?" My hands landed on my hips. "She has a point, Der." Thomas stood next to me and mimicked my stance. "My trailer only has four rooms, a ginny, lots of gasoline, a huge garage with all the tools we could ever need, a gardening area, a place to dig an outhouse, and plenty of space to see zombies coming. Oh, and there's a cellar full of food and water. So why in the hell would we ever consider g

he asked. “I’d rather not say,” Thomas said, which kept him guessing. “Then…where did the black box go?” Thomas shrugged. “There was a thing in the car that was not supposed to be there, so I just threw it away.” “You threw it away?” “Yup, I threw it into the roadside drain. I’m sure someone else has already picked it up.” Actually, Thomas had already ordered Ryan and his men to grab a box of jades from the truck as it was leaving. It was to be considered as Shalom Technology's windfall earning.

The trailer slows down and lets down a ledge, pushing its back doors open. I attempted to slow down too, but the Jeep Gladiator accelerates and continued to bump into me until it successfully pushes my M5 Sedan into the back of the trailer. Its back door instantly closes, and suddenly, everything goes dark.

He looked at one of the guys. "Miguel, give him the plate number for the truck," William instructed him. "When I saw her running and a truck pulled on the shoulder, I had my pack check out the truck. It was a 2009 Ford F-150 super cab and," he looked at the image on Miguel's phone. "It had a Tennessee tag." He showed it to Aaron.

Travis didn't give a fuck who he owed, not when Bliss' life was in danger. "Truck stop. I-95 up around Lake Tahoe." "That's not much of a lead. He could be anywhere up there." Travis grabbed his bags. Both Ethan and Mason jumped to their feet, rushing into the adjoining room. Their half-eaten burgers and fries remained on the desk. "I'll see what else I can find out, but they got the make, model, and license on that motorhome, and the trailer he's hauling." "Wait. Trailer? What kind? How big?"

Hera assumed that meant they’d be loading up in a trailer and heading somewhere else, so she asked, “And then what?” “Home.” “I told you I don’t have a passport. How do you plan on getting me out of the country?” “The same way I did before.” Okay, that’s a little vague. “Do you have your own plane or something?” “Something like that.” Suddenly, a noise in the bushes made them freeze. Thomas let out a low whistle, which was answered from deeper in the trees. “That’s Gelo.” Geli appeared on horseback, holding Tram’s reins.