The Third World War

Chapter 1: Ivan

My ears are beginning to ring, the sound of the gunshots, explosions, planes, alarms. The whole city is smoking now, and everyone is running for there life. I am doing the same, running. My heart jumping up and down as I run, my chest burning, but I'm still running, hoping I don't die in the gunshots or blow up. I don't know who started this, or why this started. I am just trying to leave this place. "Get in the plane now" an officer said screaming at the top of his lungs. Me and a million other people trying to make their way in the plane. Finally got to sit, once the seats were full, the rest got kicked out to go into another plane. The whole country was getting evacuated now. I saw a man with a blue suit and a hat walking around, he was talking to people and then he wrote something down on his notepad with his blue pen. Then he finally came to me, "your name" asked the man. "Ivan. Ivan Bondar" I replied. Well I live in Ukraine, or used to, but for some reason, Ukraine and Russia are at war. Today it was next level, Ukraine is done for. "Hey do you know why Russia is attacking us" I asked a man sitting in the row in front of me, "I am not sure, but from what I've heard, the Russians want land that apparently belonged to Russia along time ago, but ever since then it was Ukraine's land, but now all of a sudden they want it back, so their bombing everything" said the man. That sounds more like an excuse to get into war, I mean why didn't they attack ever since. Why now. From what we were told, these planes will take us to ally countries. This plane will most likely go to the United States.