The U.S Scavenger - 12 but most people called it the Scavenger. It was one of the biggest mining vessels to ever exist. It can hold over 1,000 tons of cargo along with over 200 people. Over the most recent voyage the people aboard the Scavenger have found fresh new resources. It’s been two weeks since the mining operation started and it’s been a huge success. Building materials and good conductors were all over this planet, even though it was frozen over there were berries able to grow in extremely cold temperatures. It was a gold mine for the Down on the cold, windy, frozen land of the planet. Men are shipping cargo back to a shipping site that sends cargo to the cargo bay of the ship. “Man Austin, this place going to make us rich. …show more content…
Austin caught his hands. Austin knew that the man was aiming for his eye. Austin held him back far enough to think about escape. Austin hit his and punched him until the man let go and ran out of the medical center. Austin was running for his life until he could no longer run. He looked around panting like a dog. He saw signs pointing towards the safe houses. Austin walked with caution around the halls trying to eliminate the chance of someone dangerous finding him. He could still hear shots ringing from far away. He reached the end of hall finally and found one of the safe houses. However, the door seal was melted, Austin forced open the doors only to find corpses lying all over the floor, blood splattered all over the walls, and the foul smell of decay. Austin felt he was going to throw up but a chill ran down his spine when he saw John’s corpse. “Another person, gone Austin.” said a familiar voice. Austin turned and saw the same lady. “You’re alone… nobody else is here for you.” Austin couldn’t find the will to speak. “Die Austin, join them.” The women started walking to Austin. “Join me Austin.” Austin backed away. “Austin…” said the women in an angry tone. “Atone for what you did to me!” She disappeared right in front of him. Austin blinked rapidly, he felt guilty as he looked back at them room. He felt lonely, nobody was there, except… death. Austin slowly walked away from the room heading towards the tram. The lingering feeling about guilt and loneliness filled his gut as he walked toward the tram door. He entered the tram station and looked down the empty tunnels of darkness and garbage. Austin called the tram and sat down on one of the benches. “Austin…how do you do it?” The lady was back sitting on the same bench but a few feet apart from Austin. Feelings of guilt filled Austin’s thoughts. “The feeling of being the last one left hurts doesn’t it?” Austin showed faces of
The doorbell rings, on the other side Travis Alexander’s co-workers and friends in a panic. They are looking for him, not answering the phone and has missed a work conference. Nervousness began to set as a search for the key to his roommate’s door. Ordinarily, travel for work sometimes last for days, but he hasn’t answered his phone, responded to messages; becoming frantic the more he searches for the key to the master bedroom. Ah! The key!! As the door swings open to the master bedroom, the unbelievable is seen… large pools of blood in the hall to the bathroom, on the walls, Travis lay slumped over in the shower of his master bathroom. His throat slit, stabbed multiple times and shot in the face.
I stop at a popular building in the area, Robert Bones` main company building. As I slip through the scene, I go up to Robert`s office, as my caller said the dead body was, and find the Bones family. With tears in their eyes, they come up to me and greet me with thanks that I was able to come. There I see Lily Bones, the wife of the victim, and my caller.
They talked some more, all John could remember was that he had awoken, with an intense unsettling feeling and a wound on his head. His fingers ran along his wedding ring as he recalled the events of yesterday; John could not locate his wife. He had searched every room in his house. A chill ran through his body; he had not yet searched the basement. With shaky hands and one final yell of her name, he opened the door peering into the darkness beyond the stairs.
I opened the door to the garage, instantly the smell of death filled my nose. I looked around the garage, looking for that stupid man. I spotted him in a chair, slumped, by the staircase. How dare he be so upset.
Homelessness is increasing every year and effecting Americans of different age, ethnicity and religion. In Lars Eighner “On Dumpster Diving” he explains what he went through while being homeless. He describes how and what foods someone should be looking for and to always be conscious of what one is eating because there is always a reason why something has been thrown out. He continues to go into detail about other items that can be found in the dumpster like sheets to sleep on and pieces of paper to write on. Things that can keep him busy through the day. Eighner carefully explains to his readers how being a dumpster diver has become a life style for the homeless and this is how they survive. It’s a way of living and they are comfortable doing it. “I began dumpster diving about a year before I became homeless” (Eighner 713). He tries to bring us into the world of being homeless. It is hard to imagine what it would be like in that situation, and how could surviving as a dumpster diver be a way of survival? As a dumpster diver, Eighner is able to tell us what is ok to eat and have and what is not ok for your health. His essay starts by uttering some guidelines of what is and is not safe to eat. “Eating safely from the dumpsters involves three principles: using common sense for evaluating the food, knowing the dumpsters of the given areas and always ask, “Why was this discarded?” (Eighner 714).
Jeremy Seifert writes, directs and produces an award winning documentary, Dive! Although dumpster diving has become popular lately, Many people still wince at the idea of sifting food from dumpsters. However the purpose is not to encourage dumpster-diving but to address the bigger issue of food waste in the U.S.
So he cuts the body up in pieces legs, arms, and head. He rips up the floor boards and places the body underneath the floors. The narrator tells himself ‘‘he heide the body well good enough not even a human eye could have detected anything wrong.’’ In all of the killing of the old man a neighbor heard the shrieks of the killing and had called the police. There came a knocking at the street door. The narrator went down to open it with a light heart he said to himself ‘‘for what had I now to fear.’’ There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the
The idea that early hominids were powerful players in the ancient is slowly slipping away. Evidence is emerging that our ancestors were not great hunters, but scavengers that roamed the savanna looking for leftovers. Pat Shipman, discusses how it would be possible for early hominids to survive as strangers and how this method of cultivation affected human evolution. Shipman, uses the marks that stone tools, and teeth would make on the bones of prey animals as evidence for her hypothesis. She theorizes that early hominids weren't mighty hunter, but cunning scavengers.
... sat down and had a drink of water, and he got ahold of himself and his breathing. Austin told his parents everything that happened tonight in Screaming Woods. Once Austin was done telling his parents, they told him to go to bed. Once Austin was asleep, Austin’s parents called the cops and told them what their son told them. After that phone call, alot of cops went to the woods to look for the six children.
The man suddenly stood up and pleaded to the solider guarding him at gunpoint. “PLEASE! We’re not infected, I swear! You got to believe me!” To which the solider responded by slamming the butt of his rifle into the man’s head, demanding he remained on his knees. They two little girls were sobbing uncontrollably and everyone in the crowd looked on with anguish. Out of the blue, an officer with a hazmat suit on approached them. He pulled out what looked like a giant metal detector, except everyone knew he wasn’t searching for weapons. It had become so quiet that to this day John thought he could of hear the scurrying of the rats in the sewers below them. One by one he ran the metal rod over their heads until he heard a beep. He looked down to be met with the devastated expression the little girl
A GPS treasure hunt. Can you think of anything more exciting? It's like an Indiana Jones-style scavenger hunt. This style of treasure hunt brings to mind the movie Scavenger Hunt from 1979. (Yes. I saw that as a child, which makes me 46 this year.)
“You don’t happen to have a first aid kit or anything, do ya? I think my arm is getting worse.” she said as she grabbed her arm. “Thank God Arvo is dead, That stupid kid… I’d like to put a bullet in him” she said as she gritted her teeth. “No I don’t, but we’ll find something we can use.” Ellie said. They walked for what felt like hours until they were both completely exhausted. They found an abandoned two story house, where they could be safe for the night. Clem pulled out her gun and slowly opened the door. It was dark, but it seemed empty. “See anything?” Ellie said quietly. Clem’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. “Not really, but stay on your
After a few minutes I had searched the entire truck and found just a couple small bags with money and coins, maybe a couple hundred. I was beginning to exit the truck, let down, when I heard the theater doors close and footsteps on the concrete coming towards me. My heart was lunging outside of my chest as my hand conducted a death grip on my gun. I saw the truck driver coming around the corner of the truck with heavy, full bags that were packed with money. That’s what I came here for. A flashback of my family, dressed in ragged, old clothes huddled together for warmth on the side of the street suddenly appeared in my head. I reacted from instinct and drew my handgun, then pulled the trigger. The truck driver fell on the ground, and so did the bags of money. I was still for a second, unable to move. As I snapped out of it, I ran to the body, grabbed the bags of money, and
He couldn’t believe it, even after the information had sunk in, his brother was dead and the worst part, he had to examine the crime scene. So he slowly got out of his car, took a shaky breath and walked up the pitch black lane to his brother's house. Ducking under the yellow “DO NOT ENTER” tape, he finally was at the door. He peered inside and then slowly walked in. He had already saw the door hanging from it's hinges alone, looking like a broken person. Farther on into the house he found his brother's badge, lying on the ground. The crimson liquid still pooling around his dead body and leaking from a severed blade gouged in h...
Have you ever been scared for the safety of a complete stranger? Have you changed somebody’s outlook on life just by being a Good Samaritan? Well, I have. It was a late Thursday night and I was in a bad part of town informally known as “The Knob.” I had been at a friend's house when we decided to leave to find somewhere to eat. On the way, my friend got a call from his mom telling him he had to be home. His house wasn’t really out of the way. As I pulled down Belle Avenue, towards his house, another friend of mine shouts out “Hey, pull over that guy just knocked that girl out” I instantly questioned this absurd accusation. “What? You’re joking.” As I turned around I noticed that he certainly wasn’t as I saw a middle-aged lady facedown on the pavement. Without hesitation I parked the car and we all ran over to see what was going on. You could see in the distance a man in an orange hooded jacket fleeing the scene. My friend attempted to wake this lady up. She was out cold. At this point each one of us had no idea what we should do. Obviously, the first thing we should have done was call the police, but let me remind you this was a bad part of town and didn’t know if we would be the next. Tommy, my friend, the nearest house and knocked on the door. A trashy looking man answered the door. After being informed that there was an unconscious lady in front of his house he scurried to her aid. The man then realized it was a good friend of his. Jane was her name. You could sense his anger and concern for this lady. He began to frantically ask questions. Who, what, when, where, why, how and every other sort of interrogation question was thrown our way. We described her assailant and which way he went. Evidently it was her boyfriend. At this ...