The Third World War

Chapter 18: Chris

I've been sitting in this prison for almost a day now, and I already feel like I should've died on the plane, I hate to be here. I heard footsteps coming in, and the Sargent showed up. "You guys are about lose 3 cities now, we have Miami, Orlando, and we are about to get Jacksonville. Now here's the deal, if you tell me what nthey have in Jacksonville, as in tanks, air, or whatever, I will let you live and will release you. If you don't tell me, or you lie to me, I will kill you" said the Sargent. "We have tanks, a lot of tanks" I told him, but instantly regret it. He left the cell but left the door open, "your free" said the Sargent. I got up and left the cell, as I was walking out of the prison, I felt like someone was behind me holding a gun. I was prepared, the gunshot fired, and I dodged it, I ran. Faster than ever. I made it out, alive. I knew they sent people to come get me, but I kept running. I ran until I saw one of our planes on the ground it wasn't badly damaged, just the tires, the nose, and the engine, besides it landed on an open field with no trees and flat terrain. Just if I can get it started.