markings, no logos, just weapons.”
I shrugged. “What’s the difference? As long as one of them can fly us out of here, I’m happy!”
They hovered a hundred feet from our cabin balcony for what seemed like an eternity. The one on the right was the news chopper, and the crew was leaning out with their cameras trained on our balcony.
A man’s voice suddenly boomed over loud speakers from the dark green chopper.
“This is quarantined air space, you are to vacate the premises immediately and report to Fort Buchanan for questioning. This is your one and only warning. You have ten seconds to comply before the use of deadly force is authorized.”
For a brief moment the news crew shifted their cameras in the direction of the man‘s voice, but quickly turned back toward our cabin.
Finn and I exchanged confused looks. “They wouldn’t really shoot them down, would they? Freedom of press and such, right?” I asked, looking back at the helicopters.
Finn nodded.
“There’s no way, imagine the uproar if they shot and killed members of the press. They probably just want to make sure they don’t get too close to the infected, otherwise they might-”
He was cut short as gunfire exploded in front of us, riddling the news chopper with plate sized holes. Its metal body twisted and shrieked, and before Finn and I had a chance to react, the bullets reached the gas tank.
It exploded with a deafening BOOM , and I felt a sudden pressure at my sides. Hands were grabbing at my waist. I was yanked to the ground, hard. Before I knew what was happening Finn threw himself on top of me. Milliseconds later our balcony was pelted by burning metal. I heard the cracking of glass, followed by a huge SPLASH . I looked up to see the glass paneling of our balcony was all but shattered. The shrapnel had sent cracks radiating out from the center like a spider web.
I could feel Finn’s hot breath on my neck, and my nose burned with the smell of fuel.
“Are you okay?”
“I think so, are you?” I asked, suddenly aware that he could’ve been hit by the shrapnel.
“Yeah, we ducked just in time.”
He stood and helped me to my feet. I was trembling as I peered over what was left of the railing. I stared, dumbfounded, as the smoldering remains of the news chopper slowly sank to the bottom of the ocean. A trail of dark, thick smoke twirled up from the blackened water as smaller pieces of debris floated toward the surface.
We looked up to see the attack helicopter facing us again. The wind from the blades made my eyes water, making it hard to see what was going on inside it. I started to feel very uneasy. Something was definitely not right. I felt Finn’s hand close around my own and noticed his eyes were locked on the chopper.
“Lily, I don‘t think we should stay here. We should go.
I squeezed his hand and gave him the slightest of nods to let him know I agreed.
“Let’s go, slowly …” he whispered, never taking his eyes off the chopper.
We started to back up through the sliding glass doors, but just as we stepped onto the carpet one of the machine guns started to rotate. Finn and I turned and bolted inside the cabin. I made for the door but Finn screamed at me.
“No! Those things could be right outside the door!”
He spun around frantically as bullets started shredding our balcony. The pilot lowered the chopper so its guns were level with our cabin.
Finn yanked the bathroom door open and pulled me inside just as the bullets started whizzing past us. He closed the door and pointed to the tub, which was still filled with water. I quickly lowered myself into it, and Finn practically jumped in on top of me.
Water splashed onto the linoleum floor as Finn and I pressed ourselves as low into the tub as we could. Bullets passed through the bathroom door as if it were made of tissue paper. They peppered the walls
I shrugged. “What’s the difference? As long as one of them can fly us out of here, I’m happy!”
They hovered a hundred feet from our cabin balcony for what seemed like an eternity. The one on the right was the news chopper, and the crew was leaning out with their cameras trained on our balcony.
A man’s voice suddenly boomed over loud speakers from the dark green chopper.
“This is quarantined air space, you are to vacate the premises immediately and report to Fort Buchanan for questioning. This is your one and only warning. You have ten seconds to comply before the use of deadly force is authorized.”
For a brief moment the news crew shifted their cameras in the direction of the man‘s voice, but quickly turned back toward our cabin.
Finn and I exchanged confused looks. “They wouldn’t really shoot them down, would they? Freedom of press and such, right?” I asked, looking back at the helicopters.
Finn nodded.
“There’s no way, imagine the uproar if they shot and killed members of the press. They probably just want to make sure they don’t get too close to the infected, otherwise they might-”
He was cut short as gunfire exploded in front of us, riddling the news chopper with plate sized holes. Its metal body twisted and shrieked, and before Finn and I had a chance to react, the bullets reached the gas tank.
It exploded with a deafening BOOM , and I felt a sudden pressure at my sides. Hands were grabbing at my waist. I was yanked to the ground, hard. Before I knew what was happening Finn threw himself on top of me. Milliseconds later our balcony was pelted by burning metal. I heard the cracking of glass, followed by a huge SPLASH . I looked up to see the glass paneling of our balcony was all but shattered. The shrapnel had sent cracks radiating out from the center like a spider web.
I could feel Finn’s hot breath on my neck, and my nose burned with the smell of fuel.
“Are you okay?”
“I think so, are you?” I asked, suddenly aware that he could’ve been hit by the shrapnel.
“Yeah, we ducked just in time.”
He stood and helped me to my feet. I was trembling as I peered over what was left of the railing. I stared, dumbfounded, as the smoldering remains of the news chopper slowly sank to the bottom of the ocean. A trail of dark, thick smoke twirled up from the blackened water as smaller pieces of debris floated toward the surface.
We looked up to see the attack helicopter facing us again. The wind from the blades made my eyes water, making it hard to see what was going on inside it. I started to feel very uneasy. Something was definitely not right. I felt Finn’s hand close around my own and noticed his eyes were locked on the chopper.
“Lily, I don‘t think we should stay here. We should go.
I squeezed his hand and gave him the slightest of nods to let him know I agreed.
“Let’s go, slowly …” he whispered, never taking his eyes off the chopper.
We started to back up through the sliding glass doors, but just as we stepped onto the carpet one of the machine guns started to rotate. Finn and I turned and bolted inside the cabin. I made for the door but Finn screamed at me.
“No! Those things could be right outside the door!”
He spun around frantically as bullets started shredding our balcony. The pilot lowered the chopper so its guns were level with our cabin.
Finn yanked the bathroom door open and pulled me inside just as the bullets started whizzing past us. He closed the door and pointed to the tub, which was still filled with water. I quickly lowered myself into it, and Finn practically jumped in on top of me.
Water splashed onto the linoleum floor as Finn and I pressed ourselves as low into the tub as we could. Bullets passed through the bathroom door as if it were made of tissue paper. They peppered the walls
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