Chance slammed the metal door shut, and bullets riddled pimples into the cold steel. He rested, leaning against the door as the soldiers shouted on the other side, banging on the steel, spitting out insults at him. Chance grabbed a metal rod and jammed the door handle shut. The door creaked and strained under the banging of the attackers and they screamed at him in rage.
It will probably hold them for a few minutes before someone busts through with a vehicle. Chance thought. He ran across the warehouse, searching for supplies.
An engine started in the other room and the screaming increased.
Ok, so they’re quicker than I thought.
He jogged through the warehouse, and opened a crate. It was empty. You have got to be kidding me. A large creak rang behind him, and a speaker roared through the building.
“All units report to the warehouse immediately. There is than intruder in the premises. Find and kill. Repeat. Find and kill.”
The door burst as a forklift crashed into the steel, sending shrapnel flying across the room. The soldiers levelled their machine guns and fired at Chance, but he was crouching behind a fuel tank. A wooden crate beside him shattered into bits, making Chance crouch over to take cover as debris rained down on the floor of the warehouse. He dashed away, towards the exit.
Adrenaline coursed through his vein as he furiously sprinted away from the soldiers. The soldiers’ footsteps boomed though the warehouse, and an angry voice shouted from behind him, “Get him! Dammit, KILL HIM!” Bullets pinged off of steel containers and slammed into the floor in front of Chance, sending dust into his face.
A grenade was lobbed in an arc towards him, and bounced with a metallic clang in front of his path. Chance slid to a stop, drew his sword, and swung it at the grenade, making a metallic clang, as it soared through the warehouse like a bird. It bounced off of a crate and headed back at Chance. He turned around to see the soldiers come near, and moved to the side, pulling back his sword. The grenade swiped past him and he struck it hard, sending the grenade whizzing through the air, crashing into a wooden crate making a neatly sized hole.
The soldiers rounded the corner and levelled their guns when the grenade blew up, sending a blazing hot wave of fire straight into the back of the soldiers, and creating a horrible screeching sound. Chunks of meat sprawled over the floor and lay on the ground before the soldiers, covering them in a goopy mess.
Did I check that box? Yes I did.
Another grenade falling from above woke him from his thoughts, and he shifted sideways and hit it hard at an open crate. The grenade shot through the air until it tried going through the crate, where it bounced in the air and stopped, floating. Chance braced himself and the grenade blew up, sending more wood and meat at him. When he spun around he saw a heap of cans, enough to feed him for weeks, lying on the floor. An odd blue machine was placed on the crate, now a tangled mess of wires and metal. Everything clicked into place.
No wonder I didn’t see the rations. It was invisible.
There was at least ten thousand cans of food in that one crate, and there were around ninety crates scattered around, stacked on top of each other. Tonight we will eat like champions. Chance thought, and he scurried away.
More soldiers were coming into the warehouse, but Chance was already on the other side, clutching an armful of cans, running while bullets shredded through the building. He ran towards garage door and pressed a switch, and the garage door lazily crept its way up. A loud sniper rifle echoed through the area, and a bullet sparked off of Chance’s sword. He looked up to see a platoon of snipers among their guns at him, and he rolled sideways, behind a vehicle. A shot slammed into the car, and them another, and then another.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
The car got hit in its tire and it burst, making the vehicle hop up and hover in the air. The car windows on the other side were each blown apart one by one, following the metronome of the shots. The garage door was now fully open, yet there were nearly ten meters between him and the outside. I could try to cross the gap in a second, he thought to himself but a bullet sparked across the concrete and made him think twice. They need a distraction.
The nearest object to him was a rusty crowbar next to the garage door, but the path to it was blocked by the shooting. I could use the cans...
Suddenly, the one of the shots fired off key. Chance peeked around, but he couldn’t turn his head into the line of fire. A soldier was screaming at the snipers up on the walkways. “Hey! Idiots! Look behind you!”
A series of whooshing sounds came from up top, and the sniping stopped. The second after, an explosion happened in front of the car Chance was taking cover behind, and he braced himself as the heat waves pushed him backwards. A strangled gasp came from his throat, and he tumbled back, the force of the blow pinning him to the wall. The initial blow calmed down, and he felt a heat on the other side of the car, like a warm fire.
He looked over, and there was a sphere of fire blocking the corridor of crates, separating him and the soldiers apart. What the... Another explosion rumbled though the warehouse, and Chance sprinted away out of the building.
The sun was blinding after being in the bleak shade of grey concrete and dim lighting. Chance sprinted out, as the cool autumn breeze whizzed by. He approached the fence of the outpost. A car was parked nearby and he jumped on it as a stepping stone, soaring over the fence, and stumbled to the ground.
There was yelling and a deep boom came from the factory. A rush of heat washed over him, and Chance sat there, terrified. He scrambled up and ran away, deep into the forest.
