ZombiesWe need an Alice. My breath shaky I closed the door, not knowing what to do next.You still dont get it do you? We may be the last two humans! Were more than royally screwed! Is this all a game for you? A movie? A book? Umbrella Corp isnt real! There is no way to stop the virus! We arent the S.T.A.R.S.! We arent trained, these zombies arent smart, there arent any zombie dogs, but the zombies; they ARE hungry. And most importantly, were alone! All alone! Everyone might be a zombie by now! There is NO ALICE!His sudden outburst startled me at first, but when his words finally reached my mind they echoed and pounded. I started to sob, to cry. My hope was shattered. I didnt feel like I even had Trip anymore. I was just a lonely soul surrounded by impossibilities and no way out.Cry quieter, theyll hear you and come. Trip cocked his gun and watched the door, list
Scy ScraperAnd the clouds so briefly,Caress the shimmering,Skyscraper;But only for a moment.And so soft was the touch,That the hard steel,Wonders if it was,Ever held by the gentle,Cradle of the clouds.It reaches for the sky once more.The sky,So glowing and warm;Compared to the,Cold streets of the city,With the angry little ants,Called people.And while the wispy clouds,Whisper momentarily,Lips so close,To the sky scrapers,Rigid cheek,It wonders if it was ever,Kissed at all.
Some DaysLess of the world fades awayDusk to dawn night to dayIts beautiful outsideAnd some days you just have to liveTrudge through the iceTrudge through the fireAnd some days just arent meant to be ireA map to lifeHandmade by eachWe want instructions well never receiveAnd some days you just have to believeA roof overheadShelters from rainAnd some days youre meant to feel the painIts beautiful outside and some days you just have to live.
Agents and Spies Part V20JESABELLEThe next day when all the information was compiled and compared Mr. Blanc sent everyone the file, and everyone had a new mission. Grahm and I were to travel to Colorado. Supposedly on one of the mountains there we would find the first place that theyd ever shipped the drug from, and thusly its source. Grahm and I climbed, trying to be discreet. We didnt make any noise, but the foliage and animals around us did, and every time something moved, I jumped. At the meeting, one agent was missing. Ben. Later, my thoughts had been confirmed when Mr. Blanc contacted me saying that Ben had gone missing, and when they tracked him, the last place they saw his tracks had indicated a struggle. The only thing that was good about that news was that since they didnt find anymore of his tracks, and they didnt find him, it meant that the spies had taken him, not killed him. But now every shadow and every bug in my peripheral screamed enemy spy to my brain, and I had to
Agents and Spies PArt IIII15JESABELLEDo you think
Ive done the right thing? My hands felt clammy against my forehead. Ben put his menu down and looked at me.Grahm? Yeah. Besides, he chose to say yes, not you.But every time hes in danger
its practically my fault. What if he dies? If I hadnt convinced him
he still thinks its a game. I havent
told the whole truth.Ben pulled me across the leather booth. Youre shaking. He took my tiny cold hands into his warm ones, Look, youve got to trust that hes the right material. The company wouldnt have singled him out if he werent. And
even if he does, its not your fault. Youve got to realize that or youre going to freak out very time danger comes around. I learned that the hard way, youre a handful. Getting the new recruit to join is part of the job. Training is the hard part. Letting them leave the nes
Agents and Spies Part III15GRAHMEfficiently locksmithing the door, I motioned for Jesabelle to follow me inside. She nodded. Within a month wed become less of a mentor student combo, and more of a packaged deal.We walked into the quiet room, slicker than oil. Spying security cameras, I whipped out my favorite gadget, the distraction bubble. Jesabelle pulled out her camera.3 she whispered.2 I replied.1 we simultaneously slid into action.I threw the bubble, an angry bear coming to life as Jesabelle and I ran. I heard the clicks of the camera through my communications earring, and the whirr of the cameras swiveling from the sound amplification earring. Heading towards the blind spot indicated by our sunglasses, I grinned, thinking it was all too easy. Unfortunately, I was right.The distraction bubble stopped working, and our footsteps echoed through the relatively empty space. I froze, listening for the state of the art security system to turn on. Anyone without a