Delaney Allen
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Fallout - Chapter 5
The mess hall was half empty by the time I sat down with my tray – eggs, dry toast, black coffee. Fuel, not food. Conersations buzzed at other tables, but I wasn’t listening. My eyes kept flicking to the far end of the room without meaning to.
By Delaney Allen9 months ago in Fiction
Fallout - Chapter 4
The sun hadn’t even crept over the horizon, but the base was already alive with the low hum of movement. I clipped my weapon to my hip, scanning the yard as I moved through my morning drills. Every step was muscle memory – march, check, reload, repeat. No room for distraction.
By Delaney Allen9 months ago in Fiction
Fallout - Chapter 2
Present Day The quiet of the barracks was suffocating, but I welcomed it. After the chaos of the mission, the stillness felt like a sanctuary. I was alone in my room, the harsh fluorescent lights from the hallway bleeding under the door. The faint hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, but it didn’t do a damn thing to dull the ache in my body.
By Delaney Allen9 months ago in Fiction
