State Of Panic: A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
They would expect me to go along with them and join in whatever crazy plan they had in store for the evening. “You hear that? No cops. Come on, we’ll be late,” he said pulling on me. In the distance, no siren could be heard. All the cop cars would have had computer chips, fire trucks as well. “I’ll meet you there. I have to check in with my father.” He scowled. “Your father? You’ve never referred to him as your father.” “I meant Brett.” He studied my face for a moment and I felt a trickle of sweat go down my back. He grabbed hold of my head. “Don’t be fucking late.” Then he blew smoke in my face and started laughing. I chuckled a little trying to pretend as though I thought he was funny. They walked away occasionally looking back. One of them kicked over a trash can and bags of trash scattered. Another grabbed one and slammed it against a parked car.
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