... The barbed sweet stenches of sewage wafting up between the ice cracks on the canal were arrogantly broadcasting an early spring. From somewhere across the canal, a soft sound was barely audible over the moan of shifting ice and garbage: "Help." Zachary stopped, at first unsure of what he had heard. But through the sound of the rain, he heard the cry again, this time louder. Apprehensive but curious, he gingerly approached the source of the noise with deliberate steps. Zack found the source of the sound and froze: a two-way radio. While common in the past, batteries hadn't existed for at least two decades. ...
Sentence No. 6
Zachary stopped, at first unsure of what he had heard. But through the sound of the rain, he heard the cry again, this time louder.
Submitted on March 19, 2012, 11:08 p.m. by willychyr
"Help!" Zachary whipped around, straining to see beyond the relentless downpour and infinite splashing, and then there was darkness.
Submitted on March 20, 2012, 3 p.m. by thegrayman