Frankenstorm: Category 8
“The wind nearly knocked Hank over when it hit him and he braced himself against the doorjamb. Rain blew in through the open door as he pulled the dead man’s black coat together in front and stepped outside.
He thought it might be a good idea to cover his traces as much as he could. He pulled the door away from the wall with both hands and shoved it closed. Then he turned around, leaned back against it, and took in his surroundings.
After making his way through the dark hospital, his eyes had ad...justed to the lack of light and he saw dead bodies lying in the gravel parking lot. They were dressed in dark clothes, but not the same clothes as the men who’d let Hank and the others out of their rooms. No ski masks. He saw four of them sprawled on the ground amid the parked cars. Another lay on the hood of a Toyota Corolla, the windshield of which bore three bullet holes, each at the center of a web of cracks in the glass.
Hank sucked in a deep breath of cold, damp air and blew it out with puffed cheeks, trying to calm himself.MoreLess
He thought it might be a good idea to cover his traces as much as he could. He pulled the door away from the wall with both hands and shoved it closed. Then he turned around, leaned back against it, and took in his surroundings.
After making his way through the dark hospital, his eyes had ad...justed to the lack of light and he saw dead bodies lying in the gravel parking lot. They were dressed in dark clothes, but not the same clothes as the men who’d let Hank and the others out of their rooms. No ski masks. He saw four of them sprawled on the ground amid the parked cars. Another lay on the hood of a Toyota Corolla, the windshield of which bore three bullet holes, each at the center of a web of cracks in the glass.
Hank sucked in a deep breath of cold, damp air and blew it out with puffed cheeks, trying to calm himself.MoreLess
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