Mech Cadets
Listening for the first
by JustAnotherGeekyAuthor
Each step forward was harder, and not just due to the heat. It felt like something was pulling him back, like a rubber band being stretched further and further with every step. Frustrated, Stanford pushed on; he could at least do one thing right.Something snapped, and Stanford stumbled forwards, freed from the force trying to keep him there.He walked on, and the sun seemed to get hotter.