Amber Riley’s husband had promised that he would come home to her no matter what, so after they reported him dead she began to keep the shotgun next to the front door. The day he returned, ambling, shambling, reeking of decay, the dog barked once in warning and went to hide under the back porch. Amber dried her hands on a dish towel and went to look at her husband through the screen. “Amber,” he said. (Not “brains.”) She ran a finger down the barrel of the shotgun, propped beside her. “Thank you for coming.” “I promised.” He smiled under the bullet hole they’d put through his forehead. Dried blood flaked off of his eyelid when he blinked. “You know I’ve never played you false.” “I’m not coming with you,” she told him. “Death has done us part. …show more content…
Two of the dead walked right up onto the front step, one of them carrying a small box wrapped in a tattered, blackened flag. “Mrs. Riley,” he said. “We’d like to come in.” “No,” she said. “Thanks all the same, I can hear you from here.” She stood back far enough so she could swing the shotgun up to shoot if she had to. The zombie coughed politely. “Your husband self-immolated on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. They’re calling it cremation, but you should know that it was protest.” He put the flag-wrapped box down on her welcome mat, and straightened with difficulty. “I’ll leave that there for you.” When they staggered away, she put the shotgun to her shoulder. “He started a whole damn movement, huh?” They stopped, turned, took the sight of her weapon without emotion. “When he stood up, somebody else realized he could. And somebody else, and somebody else.” “He gave you hope?” The second zombie, who had not spoken, laughed harshly. The first said, “We thought we were finished, and right or wrong no one could ask more of us. But we saw that the world went on, without judgment or rest. He took our hope away.” She stood a long time after they had gone, looking at the evening down the long cool
Underneath the shade of their hood, Cynthia could see the figure smiling as he advanced upon the
"So here's a dumb question; why are you in my house?" Lana heard the click of a cocked gun behind her, and decided which way to play this.
"Get out nice and slow and no one will get hurt." She instructs, shoving the gun in the middle of his back.
"Samuel's father is with them. He should be able to help while we help fight those things. Come on," he told her, pulling out a pistol for her to take. She grabbed it, putting it in her front pocket. "We have to inform the force."
"I did not know you would be coming!" Sophia said. Her voice was only loud enough to
An unnamed surveyor from Boston, telling the story in the first-person perspective, attempts to uncover the secrets behind a shunned place referred to by the locals of Arkham as the "blasted heath.” Unable to garner any information from the townspeople, the protagonist seeks out an old and allegedly crazy man by the name of Ammi Pierce, who relates his personal experiences with a farmer who used to live on the cursed property, Nahum Gardner. Pierce claims that the troubles began when a meteorite crashed into Gardner's lands in June 1882. The meteorite never cooled down and began to shriek, and no one could figure out where it came from. Whenever the rock shrieked, it leaves behind globules of colour which are referred to as such only by analogy
She licked her bottom lip and gave her head a shake. She knew she couldn’t just stand back and watch from afar and hope everything was going to turn out okay. No, she need to do something, something to help. “You know I’m with you Ryder, you don’t even have to ask. Though, I feel as if I could be of better use here in town.” She stated honestly. Uncrossing her arms she placed them on her hips. “I can make ammo as well as bombs here in town,” her head tilted off to the side, “If we can find the shit I need to make
"Everyone we have a hostile making her towards Section BD. Everyone find cover in the bunker areas or come to help. Bring ammunition."
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist to stop him. An image flashed of her face, upper lip bloody, color returning to her skin. “I thought you were dead. I saw you get shot.”
ELLA is a young, wise and sad women. ADAM, her husband, is a controlling, fierce, strong man. ELLA spots two men walking on their farm, who were hiking in the woods but became lost. ELLA starts to flirt with the men and lead them to the bath field where ADAM comes and threatens the men with a shotgun. ELLA begs him not to hurt the men, but he forces them into the back of the truck and takes them back into the woods.
She replaced the shotgun back in the holster an Side of her thigh before turning her attention to the bar.
There was once a girl who would always ditch school even though she was very good at every subject. But she would always go to a baseball field to practice for her softball game. She was very good at it, she knew she was good at it. But she never thought she was as good as she really is. Her name is Brianna Lopez, she is 15 years old, and very beautiful!
“Yes?” He turned to look at her, although he didn’t look directly at her, more at the creature she was holding.
Amber Holloway has to make her own way in the world. Hunter Webb has had every advantage in life, but has an artist’s soul. When Hunter comes to Amber’s aid outside the art building of their college, an immediate attraction sparks a new relationship. But their own personal struggles and the malicious intentions of others threaten to destroy them.
‘Pretty weird.’ She traces the line of the letters on the headstone with a small finger. I get