“…and there it was. Just in front of me, a big bucket of all kinds of foods. Vegetables and fruits, bones with fresh meat on them. It was paradise. I jumped in and started tasting the goods.”
“Wooooowww… Said little James. That’s amazing. So they kept the food there, to eat it later?”
“That’s what I thought,” grandpa said. “But no. Suddenly I heard someone coming in. A human, big as a log, even bigger. I hid underneath… (More)
It had been raining for days. A lot. He was cold and wet. All his things were as well.
The clouds and the rain made the night dark, and with a strike of luck he saw a barn in a lightning flash. The roof was leaking, but he found a dry spot in a corner. There were even some old sacks he could sleep under.
His wet clothes were hanging to dry, and he snuck naked under the dry sacks. It felt good. Last night he had been trying to sleep under some bushes, but the rain had made it impossible. It had been hard.
A roar woke him up…
Mary and Dale are making a story about an old accident in a pesticide factory. The area has been abounded ever since, left a toxic desert, and they drive up to make some research and photos.
Something moves in the shadows.
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A story about a former journalist who have decided to take law enforcement in his own hands. He’s investigating a…
Link to first part – Link to second part Custer ran into the storage room in the back of the laboratory. Markinson…
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-Custer! Look at this! Markinson was staring at his phone.
Custer looked up from his pile of notes. -Shouldn’t you be working?
-There’s been a terrorist attack, here in town. He’d got Custer’s attention. -And if this isn’t an acid, I’m no chemist.
Custer got up from his chair, walked over to he college. They zoomed in on the dead bodies in the photo.
-It looks like some kind of formic acid, Custer said. -Only stronger. A lot stronger.
He went over and turned on the radio. They were talking live from the scene…