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Can't Hold On Pt7As Kyran watched Kendra, Kendra watched the door. Her food grew cold during this silent dinner, she had barely picked at it while Kyran had cleaned his plate. There was a knot in her chest the whole day, ever since Dee had driven off. "She'll be alright" Kyran spoke, trying to be comforting. "I'm sure she's fine..." As if on cue there was the noise of laughter outside the door. Kyran smiled in spite of himself when he recognized Dee's voice, but then he stopped when he heard another voice aside from hers. Kendra was confused as well; who was accompanying her? She was getting up from her seat when the door opened and Dee and Deija walked into the house in mid sentence.
"Kamehameha, mutherfucker! he screams!" Dee chuckles
"Hahaha, Oh he's such a nerd!" Deija laughed back
"Tell me about it- Oh let me introduce you" Dee said making eye contact with Kendra finally, "Kendra and Kyran this is Deija, remember that guy I told you about? Kid Kamikaze? Well this is the girl he-"
But Dee's words b
Can't Hold On Pt4With the danger passed for the moment, Kendra picked up the fallen compass so that the two could pick up where they left off on their original task of finding a suitable energy source. However, as the shining blip on the screen quickly faded away so did all hope of accomplishing that mission. She regrettably informed her partner that the day had been a complete waste and that they would have to return home empty handed. They packed the jeep in absolute silence and drove off.
After 10 minutes of quiet on the open road Kendra finally broke, "Dee... I'm sorry"
She was met with no response. It pained Kendra to see her friend like this, she was clueless as to how to approach these scenarios. Never one for picking up on social cues, Kendra had spent most of her time confused and trying to figure out where she stood in life, figuring out where others stood in relation to her was absolute foreign territory. Dee embodied something new to Kendra, a human connection that she could call her own un
Can't Hold On Pt3As they neared the source of energy located by Dee's compass, Kendra slowed the jeep down and put it in park. As she unpacked the trunk the strange tight feeling in Kendra's stomach intensified; she had a weird sixth sense for telling something bad was about to happen. She felt a slight vibration in the floor and glanced over her shoulder around them, all seemed quiet at first. As she scanned the horizon she noticed that about twenty yards away there was a shifting of sand on the floor, to know that it was anything other than wind randomly altering the terrain would take an expertly trained eye. Luckily Kendra's android eyes were quite trained.
She yelled at Dee to be on alert as she snatched her katana from its scabbard and the two of them sprung from the jeep in opposite directions, almost simultaneously the ground began to rift and plumes of dust and debris were kicked high into the blue sky. As the chaos settled the two ladies were able to make out many pairs of slimy twig-like leg
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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