THIRTY FIVE
continuum
ALEXA MONTGOMERY
THE SANCTUARY
I rushed to the railing, looking over to the bottom, my head spinning. I was terrified. I could hear people in pain, but I could hear others shooting their guns.
Everyone ran out in terror, others laying on the floor either dead or injured from the explosion. They were closer than I thought.
My eyes stared in horror as I gazed down at some of my people bleeding out with missing limbs.
My jaw clenched and my hands gripped the railing. This can't be happening.
This must all be a dream.
There's no way this is happening again.
Horrible memories flashed in my head in and out. Flashes of me getting hit with the explosions, flashes of Alexandria dying, flashes of dad dying.
I was ripped from my thoughts when there was an eruption fairly close to me, causing the almost unstable ground I stood on to shake violently.
I quickly ran down the stairs, sprinting down the hallways, pushing passed people as I did.
"Everyone out!" I yelled as I made my way through the halls. Most of the people were coming from the armory, getting ready for the war.
My head filled with thoughts. Scary thoughts.
As I finally got to the armory, I ran to the right side, grabbing the most powerful gun I could find. I also armed myself with 2 SIG Sauer p226's.
I frantically looked around for something else useful. I went to the back, spotting grenades and something that I have never ever used before.
I had no time to argue with myself whether it was safe to use or not.
I grabbed a few grenades, a small bag to put them in, and then the weapon I almost was too scared to use.
I wasn't going to use it unless it was absolutely necessary. It was huge, but it had a sling so I could put it on my back.
It was heavy and definitely slowed me down, but it provided a great amount of safety.
I left the armory and rushed to the source of more explosions, yelling and gunshots.
Once I reached the main area where I just was not even 10 minutes ago, my heart broke.
Seeing all the bodies. All the ones who were left to suffer. I couldn't kill them just yet.
There was just no time.
More detonations blew in every direction, causing the building to begin to have debris.
My heart raced, my stomach completely dropping. I felt so sick.
I needed to get everyone out.
I needed to kill every single living drifter.
I made it outside, bullets flying through the air.
I raised my gun, shooting at the ones I knew weren't my people.
My legs carried me quickly, dodging the bullets in the air.
I spotted 3 drifters hiding behind trees. I raised my Heckler and Koch HK416, aiming it at the men who shot at my family.
I pulled the trigger, gunning them down.
I sprinted towards the bodies of the people I just killed, hiding behind that tree, checking the area for other drifters.
