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stats: one month later GREY KINGSTON
"wait—" i pull away, sitting up straight and craning my neck to the right. "what was that?"
"probably a plane or something."
i part the curtains with my fingers and peer out the window.
"c'mon, it was nothing." he sits up, hands trailing up my thighs.
a gasp parts my lips, the air getting sucked into my throat as i watch bright explosions erupt in the sky.
his hair brushes the side of my face as he leans in closer to look out the window as well. there's orange tinged smoke rising in multiple areas miles away, helicopter lights whizzing through the air.
"that's over atlanta." my voice breaks through the silence of our shock.
"they're napalming the streets."
"oh my god." i shake myself out of my frozen state and climb out of his bed.
"wait, where are you going?"
my shaky, quick fingers struggle to tuck the button of my jeans back through the loop, "home."
"you're gonna leave? now?" he hops out of bed, coming to stand in front of me in the middle of his room.
"jensen, my mom's home all alone."
three loud knocks come from the other side of his bedroom door, "jensen!" his older brother, ben, pushes open the wooden door as i make a beeline straight for it.
"pack your things, man. we're getting out of here." ben walks right past me into the room.
"what?"
"they're bombing the city! don't you see? it's those sick people we saw on the news the other day, they're everywhere, they can't get rid of them so they're taking them out this way." ben explains.
i take off down the hall after staying to hear that bit of information.
"wait! grey!" jensen's footsteps bang against the floor, causing it to creak with each step.
i ignore him, my head spinning with muddled thoughts and clouded by fear and disconcertment. our own military and police are killing us, wiping out the city of sick souls and taking unfortunate others with them.
the thought of my mom being fifteen minutes away from me is making my stomach churn.
"grey!" jensen follows me outside as i run for my car. the 40 degree, february air feels like a shock to my system as it hits my skin and i breathe it in. police and ambulance sirens are ringing in the distance, dogs are barking at all the commotion, and almost everyone is outside of their houses, watching the bombings erupt past the atlanta skyline.
