Samantha May peeked through the blinds before she left. Eyes sweeping the barren street, searching for abnormal shadows, decayed bodies, dead animals . . . anything that could mean they were close.
Erin stared at the city beneath her and sighed heavily. The speaker module blinked and she snapped to attention, jumping at the opportunity to do something other than stare at the eternal emptiness that was the sea.
The Wind Blew, sending tiny white clusters of snow blowing in the breeze.
I would like to start by thanking my readers, for pushing me constantly to write and reach inward in search of more inspiration. (You guys are the beez-kneez!)
They pulled up to the house a quarter after one. The police lights flashed: first red, then blue, across the all white house. It was the perfect place for a young child to grow up in. Only he wouldn’t be . . . . . . because he was missing.