liah

This Means War

The soldier who had tugged me out of the way apologized and gave me my seat back. "It's fine, man." I sat back in my seat and leaned my head on the window. I was exhausted. I wanted to go see if Sam was ok, but he was on the bus, safe like the rest of us, and for now that was good enough for me. I could hear mumbles and whispers of everyone on the bus. I noticed someone go over to Sam and help him up. Today had been a long day and the day wasn't even over yet. Hopefully, we'd get to our destination safely.

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"See, look!" I pointed. "He's coming, just stop for a second!" The driver looked out and opened the door. He wouldn't stop the bus, but he was going very very slow so Sam could catch up. I opened the latch and let my window down. "Hurry up!" I yelled, out. A soldier in the seat next to mine pulled me away from the window and replaced my spot. As soon as I was about to protest, he pulled out a gun and began shooting at the soldiers running after Sam.

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The bus I was in was starting it's engine. "Wait!" I stood up. I was still very out of breath. "Just wait two more minutes! The guy from my cabin, Sam! He was right behind us!" The bus driver glared at me. He slowly turned around in his seat, but an arm on the back of his chair and cleared his throat.
"Honey, that boy is probably dead and we have to get out of here. Do you want to die? 'Cause I sure as hell don't!" He roared. I was taken aback when he yelled at me.
"Just wait! Look, I see him coming!" I pointed out the window. I didn't see him. But I figured if I just gave him at least one more minute, if he was alive, he could make it.

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We all ran through the field as fast as we could. In the distance, I could see the dark green buses through the thick gray smoke. "We're almost there!" I shouted, ducking and dodging the occasional bullet that whizzed past my ear. After running for about two minutes straight, my breathing became rather difficult. I was wheezing. I could feel myself slowing down, but we were so close. The others were beginning to zoom past me. I couldn't breathe. "Come on, Daisy!" Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me along with them. In just a minute, we were trudging up the three stairs of the bus. Making my way to the back of the bus, I plopped down in a seat and began to look around to see if we all made it. "Where's." I paused, taking a deep breath. "Sam." I breathed out. I didn't see him, I peered out the window at the chaos outside as I dug through my pocket the inhaler I kept with me in case of an emergency. I had asthma, but it almost never bothered me until now. Taking a puff from my inhaler, I sighed, trying to get my breathing back on track. I didn't see Sam anywhere.

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We were coming close to being exposed. The gaps between the buildings were becoming bigger and the quantity of bodies we we jumping over grew in size. "Stop!" I heard a voice. We all skidded to a stop. "The buses are over there." A girl pointed. "But we have to run through that field to make it. There will be some open fire." Another bomb went off. "What I'm saying is... Be careful." She told to us and I nodded. "Let's hurry up then!" I sprinted.

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I ran and ran, going as fast as my legs could take me. But I tripped, falling right on my side. "What the hell?" I mumbled, looking to see what I tripped over. It was a dead body. I cupped my hand over my mouth, trying to hide the small scream that escaped me. I scrambled to my feet looking at the others who'd also stopped in their tracks.
"Just keep going!" One of them shouted at me and I nodded, running and jumping over the occasional lump I could see through the smoke.

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I gulped. "Ok." I looked around at everyone. I studied their faces one last time before we were to exit those doors. It might be the last time I saw these people alive. "Let's go." I opened the door and ran towards the right side of the building, coughing as I inhaled a mouthful of smoke. Glancing behind me, I could see my comrades were right on my tail. Good. So far, we were all together.

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"Alright." I nodded. "Let's get going then." I could feel my heart pounding through my chest. We were about to go out in the middle of battle with no protection. I was afraid, but I'd do what I had to do to live. I sighed, walking back towards the door. "When we leave, make a right. We'll be in between this building and the Mess Hall." I looked to Sam. "Or maybe you should lead the way." I stepped aside from the door. "I mean, it's your plan. You know the exact route you want us to take."

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Everyone was quiet as they listened to Sam speak. They were thinking it over, but I was ready to work with his plan. "Then we're doing that. Running in between the buildings is the best chance we've got. And we need to hurry because those buses won't hesitate to leave us. The enemy also won't hesitate to kill us." I thought for another moment. "We [i]do[i] need some sort of protection." I began to look around the room. I had no clue what building this was. "Before we go, we should look around here for at least a minute. If we can't find anything, we just get out of here and hope for the best."

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"But if we stay and fight, we have a chance!" I hear a boy yell. I looked behind me to see it was a kid. Maybe around fifteen or so. Definitely too young to be here.
"You can stay here and die if you want kid. But we're not." I sighed. Another bomb went off and the building began to shake, causing me to jump. "Whew. That one scared me." I mumbled to myself. "Alright! How far away are the buses from here?" I asked, trying to think up various escape plans so we could all make it to the buses alive.