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respond. “You know, there’s a big part of me that’s excited that we’re going to Mars.”
“Yeah, me too.” He says, smiling.
I hear the creepy croaking again, but this time, it’s louder, thicker and coming fast, and it’s accompanied by several stumping. I look out the window and see so many black-eyeds coming toward the fence, so many of them that I cannot count, they must be in thousands
“Oh god no!” Paul yelps. He calls Faye on the phone, but she doesn't pick up.
The helicopter begins to shoot at the black-eyeds, and then three more helicopters appear. There are so many black-eyeds that I don’t think the helicopters will be able to stop them, and the people in the helicopters are too stupid to see that it’s the sound of their engines that is attracting the black-eyeds. One of the helicopters drops a bomb on the black-eyeds, blowing many of them to pieces.
The explosion shatters the windows and knocks the bus over. Two black-eyeds crawl in through the broken windows. I shoot them on the head, and more and more come in, squeezing themselves through the tight space. I put my feet together and hit the cracked window beside me. The crack spreads, but the glass still holds. The black-eyeds are already in the bus, crawling toward us, and if I don’t break this window, we will be trapped. I hold my gun at the glass and pull the trigger. The bullet explodes out of the gun and hits the glass, breaking it to pieces. Paul is shooting at the black-eyeds, but there are too many of them. I crawl out and pull him with me.
We make it out of the bus and run, black-eyeds coming after us as vicious as ever.
One of the helicopters sees us and turns its guns on us and begins to fire. We run, bullets piercing the ground all around us. We run toward the fence. Ahead, I see five black-eyeds getting electrocuted by the fence.
The helicopters are throwing more bombs at the black-eyeds, and the explosions are causing thick fog of smoke and dust. The helicopter above us stops shooting. They must have lost sight of us now that we’re covered in thick fog. I know they won’t throw bombs at us because we’re too close to the fence. I look around, and I barely see Paul, but I manage to make out his hand from within the fog, and I grab it and we keep running. We reach the fence and stop. We turn around, our backs facing the fence. The fog makes it impossible to see beyond twenty feet away. I feel my pocket with my hand to gauge how much ammo I have left. Paul takes out the phone and tries Faye’s line again, but she still does not pick up.
I see a shape move in the fog, I hold out my gun. A black-eyed charges out from the fog. Before I can shoot her, she dives at me. I clutch the sides of her head and turn with it, sending her face to the ground and my right knee on her back. I put two bullets in the back of her head and she becomes still. I get up and turn around immediately, ready for another round. Two more dives at out at me. I shoot one and fall beneath the other. She raises her head up, mouth opened, teeth opening and closing and she brings it down at my face. I shove the mouth of my gun in her mouth and pull the trigger three, four times. Her blood splatters all over my face. Paul pulls the body off of me and pulls me up. Five black-eyeds are lying dead behind him.
The croaking gets louder. We step back. We both know that no matter how bravely we fight, they will get us. But there is a better option. I look back at carrier and look at Paul and I know he is thinking exactly what I’m thinking.
The fog is clearing out, and now I see how close the black-eyeds are; only a few seconds away. Paul holds my hand tight and we embrace, tears running down my cheek.
“I love you dad,” I say.
“I love you too.” He replies, his face frowned and wet with tears.
I raise my gun and put it to the side of my head and he does the same.
Something lands between us and the coming black-eyeds. Half of it sinks into the ground
“Yeah, me too.” He says, smiling.
I hear the creepy croaking again, but this time, it’s louder, thicker and coming fast, and it’s accompanied by several stumping. I look out the window and see so many black-eyeds coming toward the fence, so many of them that I cannot count, they must be in thousands
“Oh god no!” Paul yelps. He calls Faye on the phone, but she doesn't pick up.
The helicopter begins to shoot at the black-eyeds, and then three more helicopters appear. There are so many black-eyeds that I don’t think the helicopters will be able to stop them, and the people in the helicopters are too stupid to see that it’s the sound of their engines that is attracting the black-eyeds. One of the helicopters drops a bomb on the black-eyeds, blowing many of them to pieces.
The explosion shatters the windows and knocks the bus over. Two black-eyeds crawl in through the broken windows. I shoot them on the head, and more and more come in, squeezing themselves through the tight space. I put my feet together and hit the cracked window beside me. The crack spreads, but the glass still holds. The black-eyeds are already in the bus, crawling toward us, and if I don’t break this window, we will be trapped. I hold my gun at the glass and pull the trigger. The bullet explodes out of the gun and hits the glass, breaking it to pieces. Paul is shooting at the black-eyeds, but there are too many of them. I crawl out and pull him with me.
We make it out of the bus and run, black-eyeds coming after us as vicious as ever.
One of the helicopters sees us and turns its guns on us and begins to fire. We run, bullets piercing the ground all around us. We run toward the fence. Ahead, I see five black-eyeds getting electrocuted by the fence.
The helicopters are throwing more bombs at the black-eyeds, and the explosions are causing thick fog of smoke and dust. The helicopter above us stops shooting. They must have lost sight of us now that we’re covered in thick fog. I know they won’t throw bombs at us because we’re too close to the fence. I look around, and I barely see Paul, but I manage to make out his hand from within the fog, and I grab it and we keep running. We reach the fence and stop. We turn around, our backs facing the fence. The fog makes it impossible to see beyond twenty feet away. I feel my pocket with my hand to gauge how much ammo I have left. Paul takes out the phone and tries Faye’s line again, but she still does not pick up.
I see a shape move in the fog, I hold out my gun. A black-eyed charges out from the fog. Before I can shoot her, she dives at me. I clutch the sides of her head and turn with it, sending her face to the ground and my right knee on her back. I put two bullets in the back of her head and she becomes still. I get up and turn around immediately, ready for another round. Two more dives at out at me. I shoot one and fall beneath the other. She raises her head up, mouth opened, teeth opening and closing and she brings it down at my face. I shove the mouth of my gun in her mouth and pull the trigger three, four times. Her blood splatters all over my face. Paul pulls the body off of me and pulls me up. Five black-eyeds are lying dead behind him.
The croaking gets louder. We step back. We both know that no matter how bravely we fight, they will get us. But there is a better option. I look back at carrier and look at Paul and I know he is thinking exactly what I’m thinking.
The fog is clearing out, and now I see how close the black-eyeds are; only a few seconds away. Paul holds my hand tight and we embrace, tears running down my cheek.
“I love you dad,” I say.
“I love you too.” He replies, his face frowned and wet with tears.
I raise my gun and put it to the side of my head and he does the same.
Something lands between us and the coming black-eyeds. Half of it sinks into the ground
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