Luckier than an Irish on St. Patrick's Day

Getting out of the Police's Hold

Chapter 4: Getting Out of the Police’s Hold

“And next we have to-” I’d been listening to Cameron talk for 2 HOURS. Will he ever stop!?! Right now he’s saying how we are going to stop the media from controlling everything and stuff like that, but geez, he’s been saying the same thing for those 2 hours. 

     I sighed, and looked at my stomach. He’d placed a small towel over it in a form of apology for whatever he did. I leaned back and closed my eyes. He kept talking and talking.

Knock, knock

“But make sure not to- wait… Ariel, I think there’s someone on the door,” Said Cameron. I sighed, and looked at him.

“No one ever knocks on my door, it was just the wi-”

Knock, knock, knock

“Open up. Police!” Said someone from outside with an overly stern voice. Cameron blanched, and went to the door. He looked through the peeping hole, and came back running at me.

“Get up, we have to get out of here fast,” Said Cameron.

“Wh-”

“It’s not the police, there’s no police in this planet because there are no crimes because everyone are zombies. It’s something worse than the police,” Said Cameron.

CRACK

“THERE!” Someone yelled behind me. Cameron pushed me to the window, and looked behind me, as I also did. There was an android, dressed in a black suit. Out of his hand there was a gun. He shot, but before it reached us, Cameron had jumped with me off of the building. He spread his white, glossy wings, and flew over before we touched ground.

“Soon, the city’s going to be surrounded by squads of those,” Said Cameron. I hugged his arms for dear life. Literally.

“So… where are we going?” I asked after a while.

“To save the world,” Said Cameron.

“You can’t possibly think we can just descend on the media office and stop the media just like that,” I said.

“I can possibly think that,” Said Cameron. 

“But woul-”

BANG!

“Fuck, they brought the army already,” Grunted Cameron. I looked up, and saw that his face was in pain. He started to descend, and we ended up in what looked like a park… an abandoned park.

“Are you alright?” I asked as I was let down on the ground.

“Yeah, j- just fine,” Cameron groaned. One of his wings had been shot. 

“Can’t you heal it?” I asked.

“Weren’t you listening to what I said on your house!? I can only heal myself once every 2 days!” Said Cameron.

“Well that sucks,” I said. I looked around; the park was engulfed completely by nature. The trees were tall and healthy enough to hide us from the helicopters, and the density of the vegetation around it was going to make it difficult to get in from outside. 

“Alright, now that we’re here, lets think…” Said Cameron. I sat on the grass, and he followed course.

“How are we going to get pass the first entrance? How are we going to stop this madness?” I asked.

“Well, I can fly through and smash the glass of the conference room. Then, I talk sense to these guys,” Said Cameron.

“You aren’t thinking right,” I said.