I dash towards the place where I saw the flash of light. But when I reach it, I don't find anything. It's a dead end. I could've sworn I saw something.
Over to my side, a light flickers and sparks fly over my shoulder. Shocked, I jump back a few feet. Something is... off. The light doesn't flash the way the other lights do. I know, because I've memorized all the patterns. Even broken, there seems like there's something wrong with it...
My thoughts are interrupted by a sudden cough. Wait... a cough? I thought I was alone here. Cautiously, I edge around a corner. I peek around an edge, and I can see an old man on the ground coughing weakly and almost silently, while an enforcer slowly approaches him. The enforcer stiffly pulls an electronic weapon out from his belt.
As the old man slightly turns his head towards me, he meets my eyes and, almost inaudibly, whispers one word:
"Fly"
The enforcer lowers his weapon towards the man's neck, and with a jolting zap, the life leaves the man's eyes. As I watch in utter horror, only one word echoes through my head. The one word that the man whispered with his final breath. Fly.
I turn on my heel and begin to sprint. I have to get away from here... I have to get away.
YOU ARE READING
Andrew
FantasyAndrew is an autistic kid faced not only with the problem of fitting in with his peers, but also with surviving a post-apocalyptic government.
