back road gun fight

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The truck heads in the city buildings destroyed. About to fall the buildings are still tall as ever. Holes make the buildings weak. Metal beams are all that's holding them up. Some and on the ground burned and beaten. Ash covers the ground. The whole city of Dallas is burned and completely covered in cold ask. Yeah I know what your thinking cold ash keep in mind its been hours sense the bombs fell. Now were was i. The truck exits the city weird the city has everything. The tuck turns down a dirt windy road. trees line the road. Tired I fall in a deep sleep. Thump the truck tips over. It slides on its side. It hits a tree. Still hand cuffed I get out of the truck mom I yell dad I yell nothing in reply. I see my mom in she red flowing dress I run to her. She's fine. Where's dad I say. Just than gun fire fills the air. Bang bang bang what's going on I think. The men in armor fire back. There shooting from behind the truck. Dad I yell. Mom yells too. The gun fire doesn't stop. Someones fireing at the men in the metal armor. I grab my moms hand and run behind a tree. We keep yelling for dad. The gun fire stops. Gun smoke in the air. A man in a blackish leather unform runs over too us. I see others just like him. We need to get the heck out of here he yells. He grabs my hand and runs us a cross the road and pass the sideways truck. As I'm running. I see my dad joy fills my heart he's OK he stands at the end of the road uncut. Bang bang bang another truck of armored personnel show up. nooooo I yell they fire at my dad. I cry. Several bullet hold cover his body. Metal armored men did it they killed him we keep running to the other side of the road. We reach the man with black uniforms. They open fire on the metal men. The man that saved us yells we got the them let's move men. Still fireing we enter a corn Field. The man yells get your head down . running we reach a small camp. My mom trips. We stop she tries to get up. Bang bang bang . she falls back down blood stains the ground. My loving caring mom lies dead. Yelling and kicking the uniformed man picks me up. He says we need to keep moving. You need to be strong he says. The gun fire stops once more crying we keep moving. We reach the end of the corn field. Hours later. A small metal bunker lies in the ground. The man takes control get that door open now. Welcome to the yard dogs bunker is written on the side of it the door comes open. Cool air comes from the bunker. Now we see what's in side

Thanks guys for reading part 4 coming soon sorry part 3 took so long 2/14/16

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