World war

Ch.3 no where to run

I sat there in fear thinking that if they were the enemy what would happen to us. I had see if they were Americans or not so I said four simple words "where are we going" the men with us just looked at me then looked away. That confirmed it they weren't American. My thought on things was they captured the helicopter, intercepted our communication, and shot down the other helicopter. What had me thinking was why did they even bother to come and get us and not just let us die out there. I knew there had to be a reason probably to interrogate or torture us to get information out of us. Even if they wanted information why did they save the injured soldier he's badly heart and may be dead. My only guess is they think he could have valuable information that the pilot has. I look over at him he's not even looking up he has his head down and shaking his leg nervously. He reminds me of a kid getting in trouble or bored out of there mind. I could tell that he knew these guys weren't American. The injured soldier was still out cold but would still move a little bit like he was having a nightmare. I wished I could look outside but this helicopter didn't have any. From what I could tell. I wish I could have knew the time when I remembered I had my phone so I got it out and looked at the time. It was around six thirty two so it was nearly nightfall. Right around this time I felt the helicopter start turning a sharp turn. I guessed that we were turning around or were nearly to our destination. All I hoped for was that this was a bad dream but I knew I was never going to wake up from it if it was all a bad dream. My parents were still heading west when the plane I was in got shot down so I wondered if they have landed yet and if they did, did they think I was dead. If they even had a hint I was alive they would be scared out of there mind worrying about me. I knew we had to land soon we have been in the air for nearly an hour or more. I wanted to lay my head back and go to sleep but I knew the nervousness would keep me awake. I started thinking of a way I could escape or at least run away. I was on the track team at our school so the running part wasn't a problem. The "when to run" part was. My only chance I thought was when we get off the helicopter even then I wasn't entirely sure they were the enemy. They could be people who immigrated here or were the children of people from there. I looked in there direction and said "where are we going" once again. They didn't even bother to look at me this time. This confirmed they aren't American. So I guessed I would be running then, but then realized can I run? I had injured my leg and part of my arm. I looked down at the wounds and saw how bad they were. The crash removed a layer of skin. This left my gelt a bloody mess and it hurt when I put pressure on it, so running is going to be excruciating. I thought about the worse things they'd do if I didn't run that kept running the plan. Around this time the helicopter started slowing and turning a little bit I guess. The pilot instantly looked up and gave me pained expression on his face. The soldier even started waking up and all I thought was that he should've stayed nocked out. As soon as he saw the others he tried to reach for his gun but it wasn't there. He had a pained expression looking at me and the pilot. Then he just laid back and I guess blacked out again. They slowed down and stopped and we started descending. I only thought of the horrors I would see when we got out. When we landed the enemy waited tell the blades completely stopped to let us out. When we stepped my worst dreams came true. What I saw was what looked like a concentration camp with armed guards on what seemed to be maybe a small neighborhood that has been leveled. We landed only a few yards away from the main entrance. I waited until I was about half way there and then took off in one direction. I didn't even go ten yards until I heard someone tell behind me say "stop" in a load voice. This made me stop after hearing several guns clicking getting ready to fire right at me. I was in great fear I had two choices run and die or turn around and face them. I chose to do the second. My only thought was how am I going to get out of here. I turned around to find them already heading toward the entrance with only one guard aiming a gun at me like they new I was going to surrender. The guard motioned for me to come and I did. When we entered the prison camp. I stared directly into the eyes of the man I guess who was the warden but I could tell he wasn't from the country of the enemy or any other country.........he was American. Staring into this place I had only one thing on my mind I have no were to run.

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Okay here is chapter 3 I hope you like it. I still need help finding a good cover for the book if you help thanks I really hope you enjoy the book. 👍