Virus

Fifteen

Andersen woke us up early in the morning to take us to the garage. The four of us had shared a room on the Fortress hotel.

In the garage, we met up with about a hundred other U.S soldiers. We loaded into two semi cargo-holders. It was a while before we stopped.

"Listen up!" General Andersen yelled. "Put on your gas masks. We're at the Reagan National Airport."

We all slid our gas masks on. The filter cartridge made my breathing sound like Darth Vader. We all wore black uniforms that made us look like S.W.A.T soldiers.

Andersen pushed the doors open. The others in the semi were already heading into the airport. The gas mask blurred my vision. I could barely make out the people in front of me.

We ran into the airport. I could only make out Dharma's large frame, running in front of me.

As we ran through a wide corridor, our numbers choking between the walls, one of the vents above exploded. Fire and piece of metal rained down on us.

Sounds of war filled the corridor. Shouts, gunshots, screams.

I only saw swift movements of people dressed in less bulky clothing. I fired wildly at them through my blurry tunnel vision.

Then, suddenly pain erupted in the pit of my stomach and I fell onto the ground. My beautiful German gun flew from hands.

That's when I passed out. Or died. I really had no idea when or how I was going to die anymore.