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Picking up the telephone, Margaret started to call Andrew to tell him about Officer Anderson. Glancing out the bay window, she saw a man walking down the sidewalk with two large dogs. Suddenly, one of them pulled on the chain, running toward the gate, barking and trying to get into the yard. Margaret rushed out to the front porch to see what was going on with the dogs. Noticing the neighbor’s cat sitting in the flower bed, she yelled for it to go home, but it didn’t move. The man yelled for the dog to come back. “Smoky, you can’t get in there, let’s go home,” he shouted, she watched him pull the leashes trying to make them go down the sidewalk. Margaret noticed only one obeyed, the other one insisted on going into the yard. Finally, he went down the sidewalk.
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I’ve never seen a dog act like that,” Margaret spoke aloud. Rushing to the phone, “Andrew, the police just left,” she blurted out when he answered the phone. “What did they want?” He questioned. “They asked if we knew what happened to Jeremy when he left on Tuesday evening. I said we didn’t see him again. After looking around the house, he left.”
“What did he do when he left the house?” Andrew asked.
“After giving me his card, he said if we heard anything about Jeremy to call him, and went across the street to the grocery store,” Margaret said, talking fast. “Does the name Cecil Anderson mean anything to you?
“Wait a minute, what about Cecil Anderson?” Andrew asked.
“The officer said his name was Cecil Anderson and you would remember him as a little boy who came into the store, and you gave him candy,” Margaret said and asked, “Do you remember him?”
“You have no idea how many children I’ve given candy down through the years. No, I don’t remember one kid,” Andrew said. “What made him ask about me?”
“He saw our name on the sign out front and asked if you worked downtown at Howard’s Drugs. Immediately, he remembered you and the candy,” Margaret
“How sad, if he’d known his home was safe the outcome would have been different. What happened to Mr. Hampton after that?”
“She is sixty-eight-years old with short gray hair, about five feet tall and weighs around one-hundred-twenty-five-pounds. She was wearing a blue pantsuit when I left for work. Her car is a 2006 Blue Malibu, here is the license number, I wrote it down, is there anything else I can do to help you find her?” Andrew asked, handing the paper to the officer.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I know I didn’t, I just can’t control what I do.” Lennie says as he sighs. “Is that right you sure ain't bright but hell of a good worker,” and she laughs. “Nobody has ever made me laugh, you’re a nice fella.” she gets up and starts to head out of the barn but candy steps in and sees them both.
Finally her walls breaking down in the process, she said, “Maybe, he walked by everyday. I don’t have the best memory.” “So it’s a possibility. Do you remember any of these occasions?” While she shakes her head side to side she replies with the matching answer.
Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.
I hobble up to my husband’s grave, last time I was here, I could barely see the headstone through the crowd of people I didn’t know. I left the funeral early, it was too much for me to handle. The cold air nipped at my boney hands, and the tip of my nose. I can barely make it through the snow without tripping. It is worth it just to talk to him. The smell of death reaches my nose before I make it over the tiny hill, his grave is just at the top. I stumble over a tree root covered by snow, and I catch myself just in time with my nobby wooden cane.
“Andrew can I meet with you for a second outside? I know you’re on your way to work but I need to talk to you about something,” asked Jerald.
They had landed in a cotton field. In the distance was a farmhouse. Dogs were barking, they always did. Staying under the cover of the field, they waited. The dogs kept barking. The squad wasn’t sure if they had picked up on their
After running from the P.M.C.C. for hours on end Collin finally caught his breath and began to regroup. He ventured into an abandoned Shop-Rite scavenging for food. Something he had not had since the hydrogen bomb went off two days ago. Nothing much was left due to every store being ransacked as soon as America went into fallout. After some searching, Collin fortunately found canned tomato soup and some beef jerky. As he was about to eat he heard a loud clamor a couple aisles over. He slowly made his way and peered to see what or who made the noise. To his relief it was only another man, around the same age as he.
“I don’t have a nephew named Jacob. I don’t have a nephew at all,” Viviana said. “Please, Angela, don’t go back into that house. Something is very much awake inside and likes to play games. Your life is in danger.”
“I brought your bag for you, sir,” I said timidly still unsettled by his gaze. He suddenly broke into a wide smile showing off his shiny white teeth,
The warm blood runs over my fingers as I grasp his throat, digging my fingers into the deep, seemingly endless wound where my blade had danced only but a minute ago. His body is convulsing slowing coming to a halt by the second as I look into his eyes while watching the life drain from from them and into my soul. I bet my dad would be proud now, as he would always look into my eyes with the look that he would have his hands wrapped around my throat, dangling my body in the air until I pass out. Furthermore, I would wake up sore and bloody, however, I gift them death. Nonetheless, this would end their suffering which I never received.
“Yeah, I do..” I reply, shaking my head to get out of my trance. He follows me into the kitchen, and, seeing the state that it is in, offers to help me get ready. “It’s a good thing I got here first. I don’t think that Michael Miller would appreciate this…” he remarks as he is chopping up a tomato for the salad. “That guy is a total corporate pushover” he continues, his chopping getting a little bit more intense.
“Thank you so much. And yes I do.” As much as I wanted to celebrate my birthday and devour that cake, I still had the urge to figure out who sent me those notes.
“No, no. You misunderstand Candy. Can I call you Candy?” He said, shaking his head. “I’ve heard your coworkers.” He added. She nodded a little and his smile only grew.