Fight To Live

(OLD) Chapter 20: Raid (OLD)

Cain's POV

I awoke to the sound of gunshots. Lots and lots of gunshots. At some point, despite thinking I wouldn't be able to, I fell asleep. Now I was awake and listening to the sound of gunshots. I jumped up from the floor and ran to the window. Out on the street was a small circle of people surrounded by a very large group.

Oh my god! They got out!

I saw Ethan at the front of the group in the center. Carl was holding a gun to someone's head. The others were all looking around with their guns aimed at their captors. Suddenly a man stepped out of the circle of people surrounding my people. He looked like he was clapping. He talked for a little bit and then a bunch of people holding pipes stepped forward and blew through the pipes. Very soon after my people started to fall.

Did they... did they just get killed?

That thought was immediately put out of mind when I saw people pick up all of their bodies and bring them back into the guarded building.

"Ok. I have to get in and break them out. Maybe I can... I don't know... sneak in through a window or something." I said to myself as I grabbed both my guns and put them in my holsters.

I left the house I was in and snuck over to the guarded building. I went around it a couple times, moving from car to car, shadow to shadow, anything I could hide in or behind so I wouldn't be seen. There were guards around almost the entire building, but there was a small area where I could see a window on the bottom floor that didn't have any guards watching it. I crept up to the window and tried to open it.

Dang it. It's locked.

I pulled my knife out and stuck it under the window and began wiggling it around to try and pop it open. I pried up and down and after a while I heard a snapping sound and the window slid up some. I pushed it up more and climbed in, then closed the window again. I silently walked around the first floor, trying to find out where there were exits and guards so that once I got them out we could escape easily. After a while I heard yelling upstairs. I found a staircase and started to walk up. I stopped when I heard a shotgun blast. After a little bit there was another shotgun blast followed by the slamming of a door and footsteps coming my direction. I went back downstairs and found a closet to hide in. Soon after I had hidden the man I had seen talking to my people out on the street walked by the closet, carrying a shotgun, and out a door, slamming it shut after he did.

What the heck? What did he shoot with that shotgun?

I left the closet and quietly ran up the stairs and began looking around. I passed by several rooms where I could hear loud talking and stopped at one when I heard what sounded like someone whimpering in pain.

"You stupid kid! You nearly let those people escape because you're weak!" A woman's voice shouted from inside the room.

"T-they used me... I-I was being h-held hostage." A weak, quiet voice responded.

"I don't care! Neither does Frank!" The woman shouted. This was followed by a loud smacking sound and more whimpering.

"I'll be back later with your cart of food to take them. Don't let yourself get used as a hostage again." The woman said.

I jumped away from the door and hid behind the corner of a wall. The door swung open and a tall, skinny woman walked out, closing and locking the door after.