I woke up the next morning at around 4:30. Tranquillity made the house feel empty, yet their was another beautiful being deep in her slumber. To be quiet, I grabbed a couple pieces of bread and wrote her a note saying that I would be back later in the day. Quietly, I grabbed my Glock and opened the front door. I walked out into the cold world that was immediately present. With a Glock holstered, a knife on the belt, and an axe in hand, I ventured out into the forest. In the north west part of the property, I found a huge tree, probably the second biggest tree on the property. For roughly one hour, I was chopping at the tree until it finally fell to the ground. Slowly, I was able to cut the tree into small enough pieces where I could carry one by one home. These small pieces were really fresh and damp which made them extra heavy to carry. My solution was quite simple, a more humane way to move the chucks which was to use a wheelbarrow. When I arrived home, it was almost 7 am and Angel was still not up. I don't blame her for sleeping in for so long, I mean, I never sleep in past 7, but it must just be my body being totally different from other people. Personally, I could never contemplate sleeping in for so long. Anyways, I took the wheelbarrow back and forth to get the remaining pieces of the tree trunk.
When I arrived back at home, there was a small child, about 12 years old who was waiting for me. It was strange to see a little kid on my porch. The little girl's name was Jessica, the daughter of the hardwood store owners in the center of town. She came running up to me crying, "Help me please! Help my momma and poppa!" I allowed her to caress my legs for initial hug which was quite awkward but in the moment, my mind never crossed the thought. After a couple seconds, I reach down and pick her up. The yellow dandelion colored dress of hers was all dirty from running through the shrubs. I brought her inside of the house where Angel woke up to the light slamming of the door. Angel curiously asked, " What's wrong?", while moving over to comfort little Jessica. The little child said, "There.. there are robbers at the store. They are taking everything. They have my mom and dad." She never finished the sentence and I knew what was going on at the store. I passed Jessica to Angel and told my roommate, " I need you to stay here with Jessica. I will go down to the store and find out what is going on in this town." Angel quickly replied, "No! I will not let you go down there. You will get killed!" A tear was coming to one of her beautiful eyes, and it was hard to resist. I then responded to her, "Angel, I have to. This.." "No you don't Jackson. I need to you safe." cried Angel. This was not an easy decision, but I had to do the right thing. "Angel, I will be back. Just focus on keeping her safe." I said as I begun opening up the boards in the floor. I couldn't let my secret be more important than saving lives and keep myself safe. I was not going to let Jessica face the horrible feeling of losing both parents like I did during my childhood.
I jumped into my armor machine and suited up. Proudly, I looked at my newly painted armor before it was done solidifying to my body. Jumping out of the machine and grabbing my holster for my Glock, I quickly strapped myself with more ammunition than normal, a second Glock and equipped a short katana that was on the right wall. Quickly, I climbed out of the bunker and said to Angel, "Don't go into the bunker. I will show you what is in there later." I handed her the spare Glock from the vault and darted out the door. Running at a steady sprint, I arrived just outside of the hardwood store. I positioned myself in the shrubs where I could take a more stealthy camouflage approach. My mental Exonaut training started to kick in. The shop was located in a big warehouse with only two doors for exits. The only other entry ways was through the skylight on the roof which nobody attempts to open during a crisis. On the inside, the shop was only one story with industrial lights hanging from the ceiling. For the warehouse, the power box was located like any other modern warehouse, on the roof. The reason being is because people will not be able to tamper with it, in addition to water drainage will allow the generators on top to never get flooded. So from the shrubs, I moved to the western wall of the building which is considered the backside since the road runs on the eastern side of the hardware store. On the northern side of the back wall, there was a retractable ladder that moved up and down for access. I took a couple steps back from the wall and sprinted towards the wall, propelling myself upward with the force driven from my foot. My whole five feet, nine inches stretched for the ladder located sixteen feet up, pulling it down slowly.
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Jackson Helm: Island Escape
AcciónA boy is taken from his affluent family. Jackson Helm, the missing boy, finds himself on an island as an experiment. He goes to the chair then lights out! The boy is in a coma, but is that the end of his story or just the beginning?
