I yanked my pistol from my pocket and took aim. Three direct shots to the face leaving only two left. Bullet through through the air ricocheting off the nuclear bomb. Quickly I took cover behind a broken car but it was too late, The bomb had already ignited...
The last thing I felt was the wind rushing past my face as I was catapulted into the air. My body was red hot and my mind was barely working. The heat was making it spin yet it wasn't affecting me.
It was like fire could not affect me in any way but then something else court my mind. The wind was blowing in a different direction, I was falling...
part 7 coming next week...
It was like fire could not affect me in any way but then something else court my mind. The wind was blowing in a different direction, I was falling...
part 7 coming next week...
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