... 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. What was something so precious doing in the slush next to the canal? "Jackpot," he whispered. ...
Sentence No. 8
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.
Submitted on March 22, 2012, 3:39 p.m. by sebastian
The soft but desperate cry pierced the wet and cold air, seemingly beckoning him to come closer.
Submitted on March 21, 2012, 7:05 p.m. by arthurdownunder
"Who's there?" Zachary cried.
Submitted on March 21, 2012, 5:54 p.m. by Chicago