I spent the entire morning making smoke grenades reminiscing the time my father taught me to create smoke bombs for Chemistry class in the 12th Grade. Carissa filled the offroad truck with gasoline hoping and praying the heist goes well. The three militant now released from their bonds were supplying the small group with camouflaged clothing. At night, I painted my already dark face with camouflage paint before embarking on a heist. After a long and excruciating drive, the group snuck past the the battlements and bashed in the door leading to the ammunition room. After grabbing a few guns, the startled guards were armed with handguns expecting to capture us but our smoke grenades helped us evade detection and capture. I hopped in the driver's seat fueled by an unexplained rush of ecstasy and drove like a getaway driver from pursuing military vehicles.
"Oh Lord Jesus I don't wanna die". Said Ryan whom in all his 6 years of military service, never experienced any kind of pursuit.
"Don't be such a baby, this is so much fun, I've never felt so alive". Said Carissa whose exhilerant voice made me enjoy the chase even more. My many swerving manoeuvres made the pursuing vehicles crash into trees.
"I never knew you could drive like this". Said Carissa.
"It's nothing really, it's easy like the alphabet and numbers". I said in a casual voice.
We raided many forts that we lost track.
YOU ARE READING
Crazy Insane for you.
Historical FictionIn a dystopic country where a crazed dictator carried out a genocide against the minority peoples of the Shadika tribe, a young Shadinkan man with the help of many will overthrow the dictator in a violent coup.
