Virus

Twenty Five

Amberley POV

It felt as if my heart had been ripped to a million tiny pieces as the helicopter lifted into the air.

Everything was about to be torn to pieces. But I couldn't blame the war. The war is what built everything. I would have never met any of my most trusted friends if Mick Holler had never set off the plague. I would have never been able to say I'd been to Kansas, much less Washington D.C. And I would've never been able to say I met the President of the United States of America.

But I also wouldn't have been able to say I've inflicted death, or even witnessed it.

That was what war was. War was a constant roller coaster of destruction. First it tears everything apart, and within the tearing, new things are built. Like a piece of paper. If you tear it into hundreds of different pieces, their were countless combinations of puzzles you could make. But war was a cycle. It built the puzzle, destroyed it and made it something new.

That's when I realized, this country will never be the same. The war cycle has distorted it so much already, it could never ever return to what it was before.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen! Time to kick some D.C rebel ass!"

This time the general leading the squadron was a man namely Aaron Richards. He was as loud and obnoxious as General Andersen.

I slipped my helmet over my long blond hair and hopped into the back of one of the leftover semis.

By the time we got to the airport, the soldiers heading to Nevada were already gone. It was probably a jiffy for them to just walk passed the rebels like they were nothing. But they couldn't attack because they needed all the resources they could get. Or so President Girida said.

The rebels swarmed the airport in a mad flurry of bodies. I'd never seen so many of them in one place before.

Every head turned when our trucks pulled up. That's when the action started.

General Richards had rode in our truck. He was the first to fling the doors open and start shooting into the massive crowd. Which was a massive mistake because his was shot several times in the chest within seconds.

I was the closest one to the doors. I ducked and pulled a grenade from my belt. I ripped the pin out and flung it into the crowd. The blast disoriented the rebels long enough for us to jump out of the truck without getting killed instantly.

That's when the battle really begun. Gunfire rang out I a loud, non-stop, rhythmic pattern. Blood pooled on the asphalt of the airport courtyard.

That's also when the loud plane engine filed the air, covering the sounds of guns and screams.

I saw it just in time. It had an American flag tied to the tail, except the flag was on fire.

The plane's belly hatch opened and out came a huge bomb. The bomb fell through the ceiling of the airport before blowing up and consuming everyone in its wake.