Chapter 3 The Sky Closed

• Drake, annoyed as Rage surged like fire in his chest.
• “This car’s worth more than your combined IQs and shoes included.”
• Stone was losing patience, fuming with arrogance, flexing hard.
• “Aight, that’s it. I’m finna knock the granola outta you, boy!”
• Wills cracked his knuckles like they worked at Walmart’s meat department. The muscles in his jaw moved like a gear grinding against stone.
• “Say goodbye to your baby, homie. This car is about to have a new dad…dy.”
• Drake was smirking as he looked at the three goons in disdain. “I Hope y’all signed your dental insurance this morning?.”
• Jude, laughed holding his belly tight.
• “Man, this dude talks like he trained with John Wick…”
• The three thrusting forward but that was their second mistake.
• Drake, dropping his pistol at the side door pocket, tapping it once with two fingers saying “wait here budd-y It ain't your turn yet ... .Nay, not today..”
• He pushed the door open with his shoulder, slowly at first, then kicked it fully open… Cracking his neck he rolled up his sleeve.. and glanced around slowly,eyes scanning, choosing who to destroy first.
• Stone lunged at him first, Wills circled, Jude was flanking. But none of them saw what came next.
• Drake moved like he was born in chaos. One elbow to Wills' nose his cartilage cracked with a wet, brittle snap.“He backed off with a sharp cry, clutching his face as blood poured through his fingers.”
• A twist sent Jude face-first into the hood. Stone got the worst; a roundhouse kick caught him straight in the gut. A strangled cry ripped from his throat half pain, half rage.”
• “Touch her again,” Drake said, brushing dust off his car, “and you won’t find any f*cking teeth in your st*nking mouth.”
• Jude spat blood. “GET HIM!”
• Drake jumped into his Phantom V8, tires screeched, dust covered the atmosphere. The car roared, eating up the street. The goons jumped in their own rust-bucket sedan and gave chase, dodging trash bins and potholes.
• Jude slapped the middle of Will's bald head.
• At the same time shouting on top of his voice, nerve shooting out really hard.
• “Drive faster buddy this guy ain't going no where, you've messed with the wrong guy man.”
• “Pointing out a double barrel gun, phew–w–w!! a shot at Drake….”Gunfire echoing like metal slamming metal.”
• A bullet tore through Drake's car with a sharp crack, slicing the air.
• “Oh so close… he grinned….” y'all gonna pay for damage on my phantom baby….. “He snapped in annoyance”
• Hitting so hard on the accelerator. Goons never stop chasing.
• Sheriff checkpoint Spots the Race,
• Two streets over, the Sheriff’s car clocked the race.
• Sheriff Barnes, over the radio “Phantom V8 reckless driver, 3rd and Hollow Way. Pursuing.”
• Do you read me…? Anyone….Over!!?mayd-ay mayd-ay…. reckless driver, 3rd and Hollow Way. “Sh*t…”
• He jumped into his police van,sirens wailed, the van tires screeching like tortured souls
• More sheriffs joined in, cutting off intersections.
• But Drake didn’t stop. The goons were right behind him, angry they’d been embarrassed. Drake looked in the rearview at the police after him.
• Adrenaline masking terror with false courage.He lamented “Oh..man-n.. am in deep sh*t.”
• “Stone’s middle finger was raised like a flag of war at him, not afraid of the sheriff. They really wanted to take their revenge on Drake no matter what….”
• As the chase neared the town boundary, something strange happened.
• The sky that looks grey and sleepy begins to give off a shimmering reflection, then it ripples like a sheet of water being disturbed from beneath.
• And then a deep croaky humming began.Not from speakers but from the air itself.
• People on the streets froze, jaws opened wide in amazement. Some covered their ears. Heads looked towards the sky.
• A deep, alien hum began to vibrate, the air felt charged. It deepened, vibrating through the concrete,the car windows, even the teeth in people’s jaws. Birds scattered. Dogs whimpered. Then came a sudden high-pitched screech, metal on metal.
• Without a warning….. “BOOM!!!.”
• A circular energy field crashed down violently. It split the town in half. A sheriff’s van caught in, its edge was cut off clean. Half of the car spun one way. The other half… didn’t, leaving half of the sheriff's body on the other side.
• Drake hitting so hard on the break shouted…
• *Wtf* “He swerved, tried smoking. “
• His face was painted with confusion and fear.
• The goons coming behind. Jude pointing at the sky.
• “What th-e……stop the car man!!.” y'all seeing this sh*t am seeing right now huh….
• Wills, looking at the sheriff's car… hand on his head mouth ajar, he screamed and fainted.
• Screams. Panic. Electricity crackled along the dome's edges. It shimmered, a ghostly wall between normal and not.
• Sirens died out. Radios burst into static.
• Silence...
• Then chaos.
• Drake quickly stepped out of his already wrecked Phantom V8, staring at the glowing wall that now surrounded Black Hollow.
• Behind him, the sheriff’s screams echoed as they pleaded for help.
• “What the hell is that?.”
• The horizon vanished in a flash of blue fire. A wall of energy tearing through the street unfolds right there in his face, cutting men in half and turning sirens into silence.
• “Drake didn’t move. Standing still…he could not move.”
• Flesh sizzled. Screams continue to echo. The world had changed….. really changed.
• And Drake?
• He had just driven straight into the apocalypse.