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something dawned on me.
“You said ‘our.’ ‘Our food.’ Who’s ‘our’?” I asked.
Earl only looked past me at Alvarez, who I realized was still staring into the pantry, pointing his rifle. I turned and peered into the pantry. It was much larger inside than it looked on the outside. It was a huge walk-in pantry that filled the space behind the kitchen wall. Inside huddled a group of at least twelve survivors.
Before I could think any further on the matter, we heard the familiar rumble of a tank, very close to the house, vibrating the dishes in the cabinets. I quickly shuffled over to the dining room window. I looked around, saw nothing. I looked to the left, nothing. As I turned my gaze back to the right I saw a host soldier stepping out from the side of the building, stepping into my field of vision. I knew he was about to see me, and I’d made a rookie mistake. I was standing in the centre of the giant dining room window, too far from the safety of the window frame to dive out of the way without being seen. I froze. Before the host soldier could see me, a strong, firm hand gripped my shoulder and threw me hard to the floor.
Puzzled, I regained my bearings as my vision focused on my hostile savior.
I was shocked into silence.
I recognized the lithe, redheaded form turned away from me, ducking beside the window, keeping an eye out for the enemy.
“Lacy?” I muttered
She tensed, looking irritated; she looked at me. Her eyes tightened, irritated over solid black eyes.
She hissed at me, “I’m not Lacy.”
Chapter 11 – Kiebler’s Team
We hustled down the tunnel at a quick pace. I struggled to keep pace with the well-toned military men. I quickly stole a glance back at Jace and Alvarez as they walked in the other direction, toward light and smoke and potential death. Jace looked back at me and we held each other’s eyes for a moment. It felt longer than the second that it actually lasted, but in that second, I felt like we were making a promise that we’d see each other again.
I lost sight of them as they exited into the glaring light of day and Hauer hustled me around a turn in the tunnel.
He looked at me sideways without slowing.
“I need your head in the game, Doc,” was all that the battle worn soldier said.
We picked up the pace, working our way down the dark tunnel, moving past a series of smaller openings, drainage ports coming from other tunnels. We moved toward the light coming from a manhole cover above us.
Hauer cautiously climbed the ladder and pushed the manhole cover slowly upward. Before he could get the lid up in order to look around, something pulled it from his hands. A host soldier hefted the heavy chunk of steel over its head, bellowing loudly with anger, before slamming the lid down hard at the surprised soldier.
Luckily, Hauer ducked down quickly, avoiding the hunk of metal that was meant to cave his head in. Freeman, who was covering him, released a burst of rifle fire that left the dead host soldier slumped over the opening to the surface.
Hauer quickly jumped down, eyes still wide from the sudden rush of adrenaline.
“Keep going. This isn’t the one we want; it opens into the exterior parking lot.” Hauer barked.
The tunnel erupted with rifle fire and energy bursts. Pieces of metal and concrete fell from the ceiling, slamming into the floor of the tunnel. Fragments of rock and metal showered down, scratching our faces and hands as we ducked to protect ourselves.
A squadron of host soldiers marched through the tunnel toward us. Hauer opened up a steady stream of fire from his AK-47, mowing down several of our pursuers.
“Keep going!” Hauer barked at me and Freeman. Without hesitation or con versation Freeman reached back and dragged me forward, already picking up his pace. We were soon sprinting at full speed down the tunnel, sounds or gunfire and explosions echoing behind
“You said ‘our.’ ‘Our food.’ Who’s ‘our’?” I asked.
Earl only looked past me at Alvarez, who I realized was still staring into the pantry, pointing his rifle. I turned and peered into the pantry. It was much larger inside than it looked on the outside. It was a huge walk-in pantry that filled the space behind the kitchen wall. Inside huddled a group of at least twelve survivors.
Before I could think any further on the matter, we heard the familiar rumble of a tank, very close to the house, vibrating the dishes in the cabinets. I quickly shuffled over to the dining room window. I looked around, saw nothing. I looked to the left, nothing. As I turned my gaze back to the right I saw a host soldier stepping out from the side of the building, stepping into my field of vision. I knew he was about to see me, and I’d made a rookie mistake. I was standing in the centre of the giant dining room window, too far from the safety of the window frame to dive out of the way without being seen. I froze. Before the host soldier could see me, a strong, firm hand gripped my shoulder and threw me hard to the floor.
Puzzled, I regained my bearings as my vision focused on my hostile savior.
I was shocked into silence.
I recognized the lithe, redheaded form turned away from me, ducking beside the window, keeping an eye out for the enemy.
“Lacy?” I muttered
She tensed, looking irritated; she looked at me. Her eyes tightened, irritated over solid black eyes.
She hissed at me, “I’m not Lacy.”
Chapter 11 – Kiebler’s Team
We hustled down the tunnel at a quick pace. I struggled to keep pace with the well-toned military men. I quickly stole a glance back at Jace and Alvarez as they walked in the other direction, toward light and smoke and potential death. Jace looked back at me and we held each other’s eyes for a moment. It felt longer than the second that it actually lasted, but in that second, I felt like we were making a promise that we’d see each other again.
I lost sight of them as they exited into the glaring light of day and Hauer hustled me around a turn in the tunnel.
He looked at me sideways without slowing.
“I need your head in the game, Doc,” was all that the battle worn soldier said.
We picked up the pace, working our way down the dark tunnel, moving past a series of smaller openings, drainage ports coming from other tunnels. We moved toward the light coming from a manhole cover above us.
Hauer cautiously climbed the ladder and pushed the manhole cover slowly upward. Before he could get the lid up in order to look around, something pulled it from his hands. A host soldier hefted the heavy chunk of steel over its head, bellowing loudly with anger, before slamming the lid down hard at the surprised soldier.
Luckily, Hauer ducked down quickly, avoiding the hunk of metal that was meant to cave his head in. Freeman, who was covering him, released a burst of rifle fire that left the dead host soldier slumped over the opening to the surface.
Hauer quickly jumped down, eyes still wide from the sudden rush of adrenaline.
“Keep going. This isn’t the one we want; it opens into the exterior parking lot.” Hauer barked.
The tunnel erupted with rifle fire and energy bursts. Pieces of metal and concrete fell from the ceiling, slamming into the floor of the tunnel. Fragments of rock and metal showered down, scratching our faces and hands as we ducked to protect ourselves.
A squadron of host soldiers marched through the tunnel toward us. Hauer opened up a steady stream of fire from his AK-47, mowing down several of our pursuers.
“Keep going!” Hauer barked at me and Freeman. Without hesitation or con versation Freeman reached back and dragged me forward, already picking up his pace. We were soon sprinting at full speed down the tunnel, sounds or gunfire and explosions echoing behind
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