Fallout: Familiar faces 34 by Thren300, literature
Literature
Fallout: Familiar faces 34
Angryl looked the chair over; feeling panic and anger welling up inside him, before he focused his upset gaze at Dean, his hands clutching the chair’s arms.
“You’re bluffing,” he said, sounding cool but the sweat drops on his forehead betrayed him.
“Certainly not,” Dean replied calmly, leaning back in his chair, smug as a cat. “And don’t think I’ll hesitate; the blast radius is just enough to take the chair with you; certainly not me.”
He looked over his shoulder, calling out for Ash, who was quick to enter, walking over to Dean’s side casually. She arched an eyebrow at the
Fallout: Familiar faces 33 by Thren300, literature
Literature
Fallout: Familiar faces 33
Something or someone was striking something against wood in the near vicinity, Dean thought, feeling as if he wandered in complete darkness. The sound continued, eerie-like as panic started to seep into him at the lack of light. Suddenly something happened around him; a red mist started to close in on him, as the darkness was slowly replaced by familiar buildings and alleys. Hoarse, breathing sounds reached his ears, as he turned around abruptly, hearing them louder and louder.
Dear God, was he back…?
A snorting sound quickly tore him from his sleep as he opened his eyes only to stare up at a hideous face; wrinkly with whiskers dippi