The Bryne Runaways (Updated)

Chapter 19

My fingers touch the glass window and I feel the vibration amongst my fingers then it stops and goes again continuously. I look out the window and see nothing apparent going on but I know I'm not the only one in this camp who notices the shaking. What's going on? I say to myself and suddenly the camp alarm goes off around me, to take cover and prepare yourself. I grew worry at this. Just hearing that alarm gives me chills. The building begins to rumble as well but much more drastically than the windows. Then out of nowhere tremendous booms is heard from far of the camp but felt so close. Not only is there one but many that makes the ground shake. I fall to the ground with my hands hovering over my head and my eyes shut tightly.

I get hauled up from the floor and look up to see the eyes of Gordon.

"Run to my office now!" I do what he says and I'm running as what seems like many explosions behind. I'm afraid that I might go deaf from loud explosion that haunts me. I stumble walking into Gordon's office with a bunch of objects everywhere. Once I'm in the room he shoves me under his desk as he goes under the door frame.

"What is it?" I yell to him as he sees me in such a vulnerable position. Tears in my eyes that are wanting to fall and I think did. How can you not when it feels like the world is ending. He looks at the tear stream go down my cheek, I guess it triggered something inside him that resulted him to come over and grab me and to cover over me.

"Close your eyes and hold on" He says down to me and I do what he says with balled up fist and my eyes shut completely.

"What's happening?" I yell as this unbearable feeling kills me. The feeling like you're about to die.

"Airstrike" He responds to me and I know exactly what he means. I think everyone knows what he means by that. An aircraft in the sky dropping explosives. With my closed eyes I feel as the impact of the bombs cause the to earth to shake and our helpless bodies to move around like rag dolls. The bombs kept on going around the area but not close to our hidden camp that still got the damage.

After as it felt like hours of this misery, it stops finally with no more explosions of bombs falling meaning that the aircraft has passed. I let go of Gordon and I look around his office where all his stuff are on the floor destroyed completely. The airstrike wasn't even that close to us and it did damage from far. I wondered if they actually got something from in the city than just wasting all of their ammunition on nothing.

"Why are they doing this?" I ask the man who looks at me as I pity everything.

"It's what they have to do" He says and he's back to where he doesn't care about anything like always. Like I'm saying no heart in this man. I hear his radio go off and he picks it up from the rubble.

"Is the boy with you?" I hear the voice of Dr. Meredith and Gordon looks at me and he confirms to her that I'm with him and my well being. That I'm okay but in reality I'm not. I'm dead. In the inside of where it really hurts. Why is this world so cruel? I think to myself. Why does it have to be like this?

"Wait what?!" The tone of Gordon's voice change with the atmosphere with a darker feel to it.

"There's two squads out there the entire time untold about the aircraft in the air" I hear the radio perfectly clear. Are they talking about the hunters? The station Uncle Ben is in? He's out of the camp today hunting.

My heart crushes and I feel my bottom lip quiver. I feel a black hole form in my chest. Gordon's eyes lower down to me and I know Uncle Ben is part of those squads because he left early for it today. Gordon is about to grab me but I beat him to the door and I'm running out of there through the rubble with tears welling up in my eyes. 

This can't be. It's not real. He's alive. I know he is.

I run out of the building and I'm heading to the entrance where campers are all crowded together including Dr. Meredith and Harry who hasn't left yet. I didn't care about anything else, like how the camp is holding up, it's just Uncle Ben that is on my mind. I'm almost there to the entrance till I got stopped by Jacob. I tried prying him off but Margaret helps out with me.

The eyes of mine scan around as other campers and medics in this camp run to their friends or family members who have survived this event. I see how they sob their eyes out immediately attending them. Bodies are getting brought in and survivors who actually made it out of the bombing look absolutely terrible. Burnt crater-like skin, torn clothing and the amount of blood that runs from their wounds. It made me feel much worse.

I look for Uncle Ben everywhere and one of my fears at the moment is that I'm gonna give up on looking. I wish that I never will stop looking. I hear the loud shrills of the people who are in deep devastation on the death of their love ones. The small whimpers that come from the children who can't take the unbearable situation. More survivors from the bombing enter but I still don't see him anywhere. I can't find him anywhere. He isn't around and I can't endure being alone without him. I sense the painful tugs in my heart and I don't want it.

So many other faces but just not the one I'm looking for. I couldn't find him anywhere which made things more painful.... but I finally did, far in the back, limping on one leg with blood in his hair.

I regain air and manage to swallow the hazardous lump in my throat. Jacob lets me go and I run to Uncle Ben as fast as I possibly can. Everything else felt like a blur to me. My arms spring for my uncle once I come in contact with him. He takes me in his strong embrace, gently stroking my hair in a reassuring way.

How can you not worry for the only person in the world that you have with you? That person who is your only family left. The person who is right beside you against the world. It's impossible.

"Uncle Ben, I thought you were gone" I pour my eyes out onto his chest where he is dirty and bruised up. His recognizing scent fills my nose making me whimper more.

"I know baby, I'm sorry" He repeats over and over to me as his hands rub my back, soothing me. My hands ball up in a fist into his shirt and I don't want to leave from his clutch. His comfortable embrace where I don't want to ever let go of. Never away from him.

He's all I got.