A Short Note On ' Kid Flash '

Before long, I dozed off into a deep sleep while lying on the cold concrete, placing my shoe under my head as a pillow. At three o’clock the following morning, I was awakened.

stand. I let out a little shriek of pain as I put weight on my leg. I glanced back and up to try and see

With a deep breath of that icy cold air that seemed endless at the time, I pushed myself off the

I woke up on the very edge of my bed my blankets tossed on the floor and my head buried into a pillow. I groaned as I pushed myself off the bed picking up the blankets and laying them on the mattress. I stretched my arms and yawned as I walked over to my bathroom and twisting the knobs trying to find a perfect temperature.

“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps barely come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where I’m headed exactly, just that something is going to happen. Something bad; but what? I trust my instincts to guide me through the maze of eerily empty streets and parked cars. I thought I’d seen something move in the corner of my eye, that’s when I hear the deafening explosion to my right. I cower beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the supposed flames. I don’t feel anything. I realize why. Towering above me, a pair of worried eyes cautiously

The vast halls and rooms of the complex held no suprises for me, the same rusted tables, livestock pens, and empty doorways

“Obviously, can you HELP me up!” She then squatted down and helped me up. I rested against the bed as she spoke.

I turn the key into the on position and hear the cold combustion of the engine began to rev up,

I listened to the weapon’s high pitched tone lessen as it discharged behind me. It didn’t take long before I heard the familiar beep notifying me that the weapon was harmless once again. From what was standing before me in my doorway (at that particular moment), I was happy one part of my body could still function. although, breathing was necessary, what was between my ears was what had more importance for now. What was standing in front of me had instantly froze my feet in place, had widened my eyes as far as they could go, and stopped my heart. I didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do.

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The tanks were approaching, I need to run. I flee as fast as I can towards the northern mountains,

“Are you alr—hey!? What the…?” Someone is shaking my shoulder roughly. I snap back into consciousness blankly, then, I’m aware of the terrible cold around me. My wet clothes are clinging to my cold body.

Jumpin' Jack Flash I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!

“I’m getting there! Anyways inside the building and these arms came out of the walls with little shots on the ends and they started hitting people. Then, the people started screaming and lying on the ground. So, I pulled out my gun and shot at the arms. After that, I shot the door off of it’s hinges and ran out. Everyone inside stopped yelling and grabbed their weapons and started coming after me so, I hopped in the truck and drove over to where I found you.” I nod I look around and see that the vents are slowly opening and this gas is coming

“Wake up sweetheart.” Ummm… My body starts its ritual morning stretch as I slowly come awake only to find something preventing my stiff arms from rising.