“I’m to meet him at 6:00am – fourth floor of the old bank building, suite 410.”
“I don’t understand. Meet who?”
Despite her repeatedly yelling for the man to turn, there was simply no revealing his face.
This nightmare would not end.
With his clothing made from man and the help of Falcon, Coyote finally captured Moon.
He just hoped Sun didn’t realize too soon.
After months of searching, his time had come.
His tireless pursuit to prove his sanity was nearly finished.
Standing on that pier was his doppelgänger.
There were only two ways off.
One into the ocean.
The other through him.
He tightly clutched the blade handle.
Elevators in the research facility were painfully slow.
The controls were faulty and subject to all manner of glitches.
As those infected with the mutated pathogen approached, the survivors took the only logical action.
All of the buttons were pressed.
When the sun rose, civilians realized the American line had held overnight.
The Germans retreated to the railroad yard.
The Americans fortified their position.
Appalachia proved to be the bone in the throat of the Axis invasion.
The coal reserves remained secure.