James’ POV
The underside of the aircraft opened up, and out fluttered what looked like snow. They flutter to the ground and lay there. Not wanting to risk my life by running out and being exposed to the aircraft, so I thought I would wait till it goes away. It didn’t move, I went to leave the comfort of Mikey’s bombed house, when suddenly, a big group of the Deforms (people who were affected by some of the radiated bombs and grew weird deformities) ran out into the open to retrieve the white things on the ground when a rather large group of men dressed in black protective gear jumped from the aircraft. They landed and brought out rather odd looking guns.
The men in the black gear circled the Deforms and raised their guns. A Deform man with peeling and twisted skin on his face stepped out of the group the men in the black gear had herded them into, the men stopped and the Deform man spoke:
“I am Abe. What are your names?” He said his voice raspy. He looked to be the leader of the little group.
The men raised their guns and fired killing everyone, only they hadn’t, a little girl carrying a bundle of blankets stood in the middle of the now dead group of Deforms, the girl however looked to be clean of any deforms, she looked to be about six or seven. A cry of a baby started and I realised that the bundle of blankets the girl was carry was in actual fact a baby. A man took the bundle of blankets off the trembling girl and walked over towards me, I hid further into the shadows, and the man placed the baby on the door step of the house and walked back to the little girl, raised his gun and shot the little girl.
The men took a sweeping glance of the area and climbed back onto the aircraft. With a loud rumble the aircraft took to the sky and left, leaving a fading buzzing sound.
Horror shook through my body, the bodies of the dead covered the streets, and the white ‘snow’ now stained red with blood. The baby’s cry started again, startling my thought, I walked over to the baby, its skin perfectly smooth and looked to be newly born. I walked over to the white ‘snow’ to find it was paper. It read:
Our Brothers and our Sisters!
We know of your suffering. We know of your pain.
We can help you. But you must travel a great distance to find it.
We can only tell you were help is, but you must find it on your own.
Help is in a bunker on what used to be Kingscross in London.
If you come, we will help.
This is your last hope
Your Saviours.
I put the letter in my pocket, walked back to the baby, picked it up and took it back to the others.
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General FictionA mass of bombings hit all over the world, there is not one spot of land that has not been left untouched. Five men have been living in a basement ever since the bombings have happened. They take in two lost girls, and save them from dehydration and...
