The End.

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I look up from my scope, flashing my light twice. Go time.

The plan was, (and they finally included EVERYONE) Kyle and I were on lookout. The second we saw them coming up the driveway, we all got into place. The smoke was still everywhere, so we resorted to light signals as opposed to hand signals in the case that we can't see each other. Sadly, this was the case. I flashed my flashlight once more to get the message out, and I glance around for any sign of someone who's seen my signal.

Once I see a quick flash from
below me, I kneel back down and crawl to the meet up destination.

The war paint splattered across my face and the camouflaged clothes I'm wearing don't even phase me as I scale the ground.  Two or three months ago you couldn't of caught me dead like this, today is different.  I'm on a mission for revenge and I won't take no for an answer.  This is our place, our home. 

Alyssa is waiting on the ground.  I nod to her, gaining her undivided attention.  We stand up slightly and sprint/crawl back to the vehicles now parked outside. 

In our journey to our parents, I see Calum and Kyle perched on top of a hill along with Toby, and Spencer is somewhere in a tree ready for action. 

We arrive at my dads truck at the same time they are about to head out with Liam, Ferra, Marcus and Katie, and of course their children.  The truck is loaded with supplies but not all of them.  The rest will be with the few of us in the 'younger' group.  Since our parents obviously don't want us in direct combat or anything; they've assigned to us a vehicle to follow the one in front of us and we are not to stop for any reason.

Katie and Marcus, and the rest of them head out and we promise to follow as soon as we all can. Then we set and test our radios which are working fine.  So far so good with today's 'adventure.'

Two shots resonate in the valley and I know that they've arrived.   I hear Calum swear under his breath as him and my brother make their way to our truck, not even allowing us time to say goodbye to our parents.

Pulling my gun from its hanging place behind my shoulder blade, I check the barrel while maintaining the muzzle and insure that it is loaded. 

"This wasn't supposed to happen we were supposed to be gone by now!"  Alyssa whispers. The adrenaline we are all feeling is sensed through the wind and smoke.

"Is there any way we can signal someone?" I ask.

"Not unless we're in danger or it's an absolute emergency." Calum replies.  For some reason, while he's beside me I feel perfectly safe even though the world seems to be spinning around me.

A flash of someone's hair blurs behind us and I breath a nervous breath.

"Let's go." Kyle mutters and we hop into the sleek black truck.

As Kyle starts the engine, Calum catches my eye from the front mirror and sends a small smile. I return the favor but quickly blush.

Doing the same as Alyssa who was beside me in the back of the truck, I zipped open the bag packed by my mother. 

Aside from the basic survival tools; knifes, some water, food, first aid kit, etc.  A few outfits were in the bottom of the bag, along with a jacket, and a few pictures in a plastic baggie.  I open the bag and almost shed a tear from them.  There's pictures of my family, my home, my friends, that one time Calum and I took a bunch of selfies when we were bored in the bunker.