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times bigger than I remember.
“Isn't supposed to be the Washington Monument?” I ask.
Paul looks as surprised as I am.
One of the car's tires bursts and the car slows down to a stop. I remove my gun from my waistband and reload. We get out of the car. Dead bodies everywhere. The carrier is only a few minutes’ walk now. I hear the sound of a helicopter, but I don’t see any helicopter. I hear thick gunshots, different from the ones I’ve heard before. Paul pulls me close and we take cover beside the car.
“What?” I say.
“They’re shooting the black-eyeds.”
That is bad. If they are shooting black-eyeds from way up there, it will be difficult to tell the difference between the black-eyeds and normal people like us. They will shoot us down before we can get close to the carrier. We move along the side of the road, through several dead bodies, keeping our heads down and staying out of the helicopter’s sight. Dead bodies don’t scare me anymore. We take cover in the woods by the road and cross over to the other side. From here, we see the carrier in totality. It’s about a thousand feet high and it’s big. and awesome.
“I can’t believe the Washington Monument has always been a spaceship in disguise.” I say.
“Not always.”
The carrier is surrounded by steel fence. We find a rock out in the open, we run for it and take cover behind it. It hides us from the helicopter. We wait until the helicopter turns away, then we run for a bus and take cover beside it. The helicopter’s sound gets louder. We move into the bus and stay quiet.
Paul takes his phone and dials. I hear the creepy croaking sound close by, I look out the window and see twelve black-eyeds looking up at the helicopter and following it. The helicopter sees them and begins to shoot at them. The gunner must have poor aiming skill because the thick bullets are flying everywhere instead of simply going at the black-eyeds.
“We have to run, they’re gonna kill us.” I whisper.
Paul shakes his head. “We stay here,” he says.
Two bullets enter through the roof and hit the chairs, blowing through the foams and raising foam dust. We stare at each other. More bullets come in. I raise my head slightly and peek out the window. The twelve black-eyeds are dead on the ground but the gunner is still shooting. I guess he wants to be thorough. He must have had zero close encounter with the black-eyeds, or he would know they don’t hide. They hear a sound or see movement, they just follow.
“Stay down!” Paul yells with a whisper.
More bullets are hitting the roof and everywhere around us. Paul keeps his eyes on me and keeps telling me to stay absolutely still. I do. Bullets keep coming in through the roof and the windows, hitting the floor between and beside my legs, but none of them touch me or him.
After a few seconds, the shooting stops and the helicopter’s sound slowly fades.
“Faye, it’s me. We’re outside the fence, and we’re getting fired at.”
“Paul?” she sounds relieved to hear his voice. “Where are you?”
“In a bus, right outside the fence.”
“With your family?”
“Mary didn’t make it.”
“I’m so sorry Paul. Stay where you are, I’ll come get you.”
“Okay. Don’t be long, it’s crazy out here.”
He hangs up. “We have to stay here,” he says. “She’ll come get us.”
We stay in the bus, looking out every time we hear a sound. Paul keeps assuring me that Faye is doing everything she can to get us inside.
“This attack, I heard Faye mention something about it not originating from this planet. Is this an alien invasion?” I ask.
His eyes widens at me, like he does when faced with a challenging question in physics class. He looks away. “What matters Steven, is that we’re under attack, and we have to survive.”
“The president knew this would happen.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Why else would an historical structure be converted to a spaceship?” He does not
“Isn't supposed to be the Washington Monument?” I ask.
Paul looks as surprised as I am.
One of the car's tires bursts and the car slows down to a stop. I remove my gun from my waistband and reload. We get out of the car. Dead bodies everywhere. The carrier is only a few minutes’ walk now. I hear the sound of a helicopter, but I don’t see any helicopter. I hear thick gunshots, different from the ones I’ve heard before. Paul pulls me close and we take cover beside the car.
“What?” I say.
“They’re shooting the black-eyeds.”
That is bad. If they are shooting black-eyeds from way up there, it will be difficult to tell the difference between the black-eyeds and normal people like us. They will shoot us down before we can get close to the carrier. We move along the side of the road, through several dead bodies, keeping our heads down and staying out of the helicopter’s sight. Dead bodies don’t scare me anymore. We take cover in the woods by the road and cross over to the other side. From here, we see the carrier in totality. It’s about a thousand feet high and it’s big. and awesome.
“I can’t believe the Washington Monument has always been a spaceship in disguise.” I say.
“Not always.”
The carrier is surrounded by steel fence. We find a rock out in the open, we run for it and take cover behind it. It hides us from the helicopter. We wait until the helicopter turns away, then we run for a bus and take cover beside it. The helicopter’s sound gets louder. We move into the bus and stay quiet.
Paul takes his phone and dials. I hear the creepy croaking sound close by, I look out the window and see twelve black-eyeds looking up at the helicopter and following it. The helicopter sees them and begins to shoot at them. The gunner must have poor aiming skill because the thick bullets are flying everywhere instead of simply going at the black-eyeds.
“We have to run, they’re gonna kill us.” I whisper.
Paul shakes his head. “We stay here,” he says.
Two bullets enter through the roof and hit the chairs, blowing through the foams and raising foam dust. We stare at each other. More bullets come in. I raise my head slightly and peek out the window. The twelve black-eyeds are dead on the ground but the gunner is still shooting. I guess he wants to be thorough. He must have had zero close encounter with the black-eyeds, or he would know they don’t hide. They hear a sound or see movement, they just follow.
“Stay down!” Paul yells with a whisper.
More bullets are hitting the roof and everywhere around us. Paul keeps his eyes on me and keeps telling me to stay absolutely still. I do. Bullets keep coming in through the roof and the windows, hitting the floor between and beside my legs, but none of them touch me or him.
After a few seconds, the shooting stops and the helicopter’s sound slowly fades.
“Faye, it’s me. We’re outside the fence, and we’re getting fired at.”
“Paul?” she sounds relieved to hear his voice. “Where are you?”
“In a bus, right outside the fence.”
“With your family?”
“Mary didn’t make it.”
“I’m so sorry Paul. Stay where you are, I’ll come get you.”
“Okay. Don’t be long, it’s crazy out here.”
He hangs up. “We have to stay here,” he says. “She’ll come get us.”
We stay in the bus, looking out every time we hear a sound. Paul keeps assuring me that Faye is doing everything she can to get us inside.
“This attack, I heard Faye mention something about it not originating from this planet. Is this an alien invasion?” I ask.
His eyes widens at me, like he does when faced with a challenging question in physics class. He looks away. “What matters Steven, is that we’re under attack, and we have to survive.”
“The president knew this would happen.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Why else would an historical structure be converted to a spaceship?” He does not
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