The Suppression (Based On The Purge)

Hour 3

(Lacey)

"Dad? Dad!" I could hear Hazel calling her dad as she searched the small annex. I waited, frozen, on the couch that Hazel and I shared.
"He's gone." Hazel appeared in the doorway. Even in the dim light, I could see her shaking.
"We should check upstairs," She started top turn towards the door when I grabbed her arm.
"Dude, are you kidding me? It's the freaking Suppression! No, no way."
Her mother stood up. "Lacey's right. You're not going out there. I will."
"Wait, mom no. I can't risk losing both my parents."
"I'll go," I raised my hand as if I were in class.
"No, I'm not losing my best friend either." I was glad she said that. I didn't want to go out there.
We were silent for a few seconds, thinking of a plan. I took this opportunity to speak up.
"Guys, what if he just went to go check the power? Maybe we should wait a few minutes." I thought I had them stumped, but Hazel countered immediately.
"If there's someone else up there, he doesn't have a few minutes." Sheesh, that was pessimistic.
"I'll go. It's fine. You said yourself that maybe it's nothing," suggested Hazel.
"Lace, you have to stay here and watch Jarod." Well, you couldn't say no to that logic. Even though I told myself that it was probably not even a big deal, I was scared. I swallowed my fear and nodded.
"Take a gun," I took the spare one from the drawer and handed it to her along with my knife.
"Okay, I'm goo-" Hazel stopped in her tracks. "What's that noise?"
We listened to the low rumbling and roaring.
Hazel's mother stuttered, "Is-is that fire?"