"𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫."
Run, that one word became a mantra in your mind.
Don't stop, he'll catch up if you do. Which is something you don't want to happen anytime soon.
The ground was dusty, gravelly and overall just a barren wasteland of Nevada. The humid air, the bright red sun that replaced the old one when the Improperbility drive was activated, felt like a damn omen of death to you.
You clench your paws, this wasn't the time to think on how to survive Hank, not this time. But rather his acquaintances.
Sanford.
That meat hook wielder, someone who gave you the creeps. Not because of his structure or anything, but that damned hook he seems to wield with perfection and poise.
He caught up, anyway.
"You know, it would have been better if you didn't struggle s much."
YOU ARE READING
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝| 𝐌𝐂 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Historia Corta!!𝐑𝐄-𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃!! Welcome, Welcome! Pleasure to meet you, call me Skelly, and I'll be both your narrator and writer for this old book I decided to fix! Lots of spelling and grammar mistakes that I'm currently fixing, so if my writing loo...
