Spin, turn around, there the assailant would be.. given the weight of the previous hit they're moving in to deal a lethal blow don't let 'em.. He distinctly recalled now. The author.. hadn't he laid it out explicitly once? All the species that he represented there had, vaguely speaking, the same pr...

The minute - no, moment, no, the very instant he fully processed the rustling noise, the figure taking shape from behind that boulder he'd so dismissed moments earlier  - Wade realized that he'd committed a grave error. A placid state of mind had been all it took to completely overlook a crucial err...

((Wade Cartwright continued from Z3 ROADSTER FOR SALE.)) A while later, Wade was back out in the open. They'd both decided to try and fortify the location a little bit, but found it nearly impossible. Those shelves were too heavy, and he could swear they'd risked pulling hernias trying to get that c...

An easy answer. An easy opportunity. And at last, it finally started to feel as though he was getting into that 'groove' of life that more normal people seemed to adopt naturally. "I'm Wade." Nice to meet you didn't seem appropriate. In plain truth, there weren't many worse situations to s...

Checking his own supply, Wade was surprised to find much more than he expected at first glance. Thinking more deeply, however, it made sense that he hadn't been eating a whole lot. This stuff was largely tasteless, and over the course of the past week or so there had been nothing to stir up his appe...

Quickly, Wade obliged him. In a subtle manner, of course, he kept his eyes out because of the potential for a surprise attack (that never came, of course). It took just under a few moments to see where the wallet was, snatch it up, and then turn to hand it to Ben. The opposite hand went in to hover ...

A fearful-looking noncommittal head shake was all Wade got. In itself, that implied a number of things: the boy could be throwing Wade's guard off in a number of ways to prepare for an assault of his own, he genuinely couldn't find anything to say, was mute, was.. Well, it all looked sincere enough,...

The steps drew closer... closer.. closer. Mind primed fists ready body tense. Fight or flight ? Oh, it was as though he'd been born for the former. It didn't matter how meager his own body was. Adrenaline pump almost injected - only to be retracted at the last minute. His body's natural reserves wou...

((Wade Cartwright continued from No More Predation. (Please.))) Once again, Wade's movements slowed as he left the asylum. But this time, with careful deliberation and intent. He was following a plan of action and paying attention to his surroundings instead of nervously jumping at shadows and movin...

((Leslie Price continued from The World Turned Upside Down )) She felt fresh and well-rested, even though the air in the building was musty. After arriving at the complex, she spent the rest of her time dodging others and their groups as though they were enemy patrols. Figures. They were all too dis...

As she got closer, she recognized their motion, too. One of them - a vaguely familiar greenhaired boy she didn't know - stood up, grabbed something large and amorphous, maybe a burlap sack or flag, and made some noises about leaving. They hadn't noticed her presence yet. It was strange, but perfect:...

((Leslie Price continued from St. Patrick's Purgatory .)) Her resolve had not faded. The initial shock that came with finding it had, and consequentially she expected that energetic feeling to vanish. It didn't; the source of drive her introspection had tapped was something far more fundamental, far...

Talking and running, huh? He could do that. Especially while being shot at. Yikes.

The deafening crack-crack-crack would make it a little tricky, and it brought back so many memories on its own. But those were for later.

((Wade Cartwright continued elsewhere!))

For Wade, the joke had pretty much stalled out too. It had been run into the ground, nowhere else to go, the horse had been beaten to death. Trying to wring any more out of it would just be, well. The girls -- especially Rene, who he recognized from a few cafeteria and hallway conversations -- seeme...

Emotional forces clashed in Wade's mind. First, the horror of Trav and Irene's deaths - which he couldn't help but feel painful pangs of guilt for, even knowing the inherent danger of the island - and second, the impromptu humor with which the girls had responded to his entrance. His first sensation...