Remember "Fitter, Happier, More Productive"? My Radiohead fanfic?
Yea, I was expecting that no. Well, there is a bit more for it. I posted an excerpt below. Let me know if you're interested.
"Pounding fists that seemed to belong to giants resonated throughout the home. Sweat beaded down Thom's forehead and pure adrenaline gushed through his veins, so much that it felt it replaced his blood.
He reached for Darla's clammy hand. She rushed with him, but then turned his face towards her own and stared down his determined gaze. Still shaking with fright, she miraculously managed to surface words.
"What's happening?"
He wanted to sigh; to be able to look her straight on and say, "I don't know", but such an utterance would be a complete lie. He was tired of hiding behind the mask of lies that he had built, and felt it could no longer go on, especially at this time.
Instead, he did not answer.
"C'mon," Thom urged, as he swore he heard the whooshing of some sort of aircraft humming in the distance.