Thunder is a story I just put up in the last minute. It was actually a dream or let's say imagination I had when I was a kid. My writing skills is not good but I hope I can get this done. ••••••• "Franklyn, Franklyn, hey dude, are you okay?" Frank asked his brother, worried written all over his face. Worry? No way, he was definitely scared. Scared. That's what Franklyn could see in his brother's face. "Are you okay? You're scaring me!" Frank asked again, moving close to Franklyn. "Don't c-come ...closer," Franklyn breathed out, trying to calm his nerves but he couldn't. It was too stong. He had always wanted to be strong for his family, to protect them from what had hunted her down. But this time he couldn't and he knew it. It was close. At that moment, Frank was scared that ever, seeing his brother in pain, his bloodshot eyes, his pale skin with blood tricklimg down. "It's close, Frank. Run!" He shouted.