Dark gray towers appear to have been frozen in time around them.There is still an open sign hanging in the door of the bookstore to their left.Almost as though a customer could leave at any time.an alteration in the fog.Before his eyes catch the humanoid figure passing through the door, Scott almost misses the tiny movement.It appears to be made of darkness that has slightly thickened to give it a ghostly black form, despite the fact that he can barely make out it in the gray fog that is so dark.The figure disappears back into the cloud as quickly as it appeared."What did that mean?"He mumbles.To resist the urge to simply turn and run takes all of Astrid's willpower.Because His mind tries its hardest to drown Him in that unnatural fear and dread, staying focused is extremely difficult.The Hisiff whispers, "Keep going," as he looks at the spot where the shadowy figure had appeared.Scott turns away from where the figure that has just vanished with wide eyes.They go on until the Hisi
The structure is quiet.After shooting the woman, he suddenly realizes that he hasn't heard any gunfire.His concerns the silence.He is unaware of which ones they are."Did any of us pass away?"He perplexes.He takes a chance and sneaks a quick look from behind a table, where he finds the sniper gone.He is afraid to speak because his perspective is limited from his position.He waits, listening for anything that might indicate the location of an adversary.He hears someone yell, "Stop," after a while.Keep your fire lit.I want to negotiate.From within the machinery of the workshop, Lukas is calling out.From the office, the Hisiff shouts, "Then talk, dirtbag."We don't have to kill anyone else, and we don't have to waste precious ammunition on each of them.We're going to exit through the fire escape after I give you the keys to the tractor.After that, we won't see each other again.Lukas's words are followed by an extended silence.Scott is too excited by the fight's stress and numb by the
“Yeah. He said something like that but I didn’t listen to his theories about how our brains process information. The heat vision is really nice though. AnotHer thing that bugs me, is that I’m always so hungry. I mean seriously if I could I’d probably clean out the entire kitchen on my own”.“I know right… God damn it. Now you’ve made me hungry”.They both laugh.Suddenly the Hisiff’s smile fades again. “THere's one more weird thing though. Ever since my transformation I’ve been having these odd dreams. I think they’re memories… from whoever this body used to belong to”.Scott Turns His head to look at the Huff. “Me too… I think. The dreams are difficult to remember after I wake up. What do you think they mean?”.The Hisiff shakes His head. “I have no idea, but we should write them down if we get the chance. Maybe they contain useful information”.“We really have to talk to the Doctor about that when we get back”.The Hisiff just chuckles. “You’ll have to remind me”.They reach the gas
“What was that?”, the Hisiff asks.“The whistle? A simple form of communication. I don’t suppose you have any working phones or radios, do you?”The Hisiff frowns. “Everything’s bricked. Except for the really old or simple stuff like flashlights. That still works. For some reason”.The Colonel gives them a knowing nod. “We actually managed to get a generator and projector going. Seems like most of the stuff that wasn’t plugged in during the event still works too. But I guess without power on the grid that doesn’t really matter much”.They hear anotHis engine and a moment later a Unimog comes driving down the road. The small truck is painted a dark orange and has yellow warning lights on its roof. The cargo bed is taken up by a large plastic tank.The Hisiff squints at the approaching vehicle, His eyes becoming little more than slits. His expression snaps back to normal as the Colonel turns back around.“You want us to fill those canisters for you? We have an electric pump that works w
Scott and his family travel a deserted country road to his grandparents.While his younger brother Elijah stares at his smartphone, the radio plays a song he doesn't particularly like.Scott, Harry , and his older brothers watch as the trees speed past their vehicle.A small creek has developed in the ditch that separates the road from the forest as the mid-September sun shines down from the heavens.He is still overcome with excitement.“God, for some reason I can't believe my little girl is all grown up,” he says as he waits for someone to speak up.Smiles at ScottMom, hurry up.Over a month ago, school ended.“What?Each of my children has completed their education.It has a strange sensation.his younger brother snorts while Astrid's laughs from the driver's seat.With a grin on his face, Kilian turns to face him after noticing.This is still a long way to go before you can taste the sweet taste of never going back to school.At first, Tyriondo doesn't say anything to him, but then he sud
"What in the name of God is this stuff?"Kilian inquires.He moves his hand around as if that would get rid of the fog in some way.Instead, it almost appears to be following his hand.It looks like it's trying to hold on.When he sees the swirling mass of darkness, he closes his eyes.Despite the fact that he exudes confidence, they can all hear a slight tremble beneath his loud words.We must leave this place, and I have no idea what to do.His decision was not questioned, and the others quickly followed him as he started walking.They continue on the road.They keep moving in the hope that they will soon find helter.They can't even see the ground beneath their feet as the fog thickens with each step."This can't be true."As the swirling mass obscures his vision, Scott has the impression that he is submerged in a gray sea.Again, he doesn't know if it's his imagination or if he's getting sick from radiation poisoning, but the fog is making his weaker.his muscles seem to be flowing like water
A quick glance reveals the reason why his feet hurt the most.They have expanded to several sizes, ripping the front of his sneakers open and crushing his feet on the sides.his hand misses and grabs air when he moves his arm forward to grab the shoe.he tries to grab his foot once more after taking a moment to look at his hand.Once more, his hand doesn't work right, and his fingers hit his foot.When he feels pain in the tips of his fingers, he growls.As he is consumed by an odd, irrational rage, his eyes twitch.he gets even angrier because his arms feel like disobedient noodles, and after a third unsuccessful attempt, he feels like he's about to explode.he carefully places his arms on the ground behind his instead of concentrating on taking off his shoes. With a loud, growl-like scream, Scott kicks his left foot with his right foot as hard as he can.His legs also feel like they are made of wet paper, but every movement makes it easier to hit his shoe than his foot, and every kick that
The car doors are still unlocked, as expected.he takes a cursory look inside and finds that, despite not locking the car, he did remove the key from the ignition.he almost pulls his head back out when he notices something.A piece of paper is hidden beneath the windshield.After securing his hand around the note, he takes it out.A message written in his mother's handwriting appears on it.Because he reads quickly and is accustomed to reading his mother's script, his eyes simply skim the paper to read the message.However, his brain is unable to connect the letters to form any meaning when his eyes reach the note's bottom.Scott looks at the paper while blinking a few times.his eyes skimmed over them, and it was almost as though the words parted.he can see that they aren't actually moving, but the writing is almost impossible to read.Scott moves the paper closer to his eyes while clenching his teeth."What in the world is this?"he thinks as he gets angrier because the writing seems to get