End Wars: A Hi5 Studios Story

Unopened Bags: Chapter 4

*Matt's P.O.V*

As the sun set behind the brown, tall mountains, the rev of the engine hummed loudly, creating a monotonous, annoying noise. It sounded like a lion purring loudly. No, more like it sounded like an airplane taking off, it was that loud.

"Where are you taking us?!" I yelled, but again, the engine was too loud for anyone to hear me.

I thought to myself, which is never a good thing. What if we lost our hearing from this loud engine? It hurt my ears super badly. A ringing was left in my ears whenever we stopped, which wasn't that often. And plus, it seemed like none of the gunmen could hear our complaints and protests whenever we yelled or screamed or tried to ask them questions.

I sighed to myself, my voice wavering with nervousness and fear.

 I looked over at Woods, and his whole body was shaking. His dark brown eyes were wide with fear, but also pain. He still looked pale, but not as pale as he had been. Good. At least they helped him. That was one of my worries, that they'd take one look at Woods and then just leave him at the studio just because he was hurt. 

"You okay?" I mouthed to Woods. 

It seemed like he didn't understand me at first, but then he nodded, a careful bob of his head.

 I smiled and looked down. What an adventure, huh? It seemed like everything was going downhill for us. First, all the studios were blown to pieces, and now we were being taken by these gunmen. I slowly started looking around the car and saw the trunk full of supplies. Black and brown duffel bags were filled to the brim with something. I carefully looked around but didn't see anyone looking my way, so I leaned over to Woods' ear. 

"I'm going to look in these bags. If they see me, will you create a distraction?" I said, hoping he heard me.

I backed up and looked at his face. He looked hesitant at first. I held my breath. If we were going to get out of here, I needed to know what was in those bags. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he nodded. 

I wanted to yell out in celebration, but of course I didn't. That would ruin the one moment I had to try and get a look at at least one of these bags.

I slowly reached my arm towards one of the bags, which was only a few feet away from us, but my arm was just a hair away from reaching the zipper, just inches away from my fingers.

I looked back to see if anyone had seen me, but everyone was looking outside, a tan, hard, sandy desert looking like a dusty sea. It was very large, as was California. There were no buildings in sight anywhere. 

I shook my head and looked back at Woods. I gestured to him that I was going to try and stand up, try and get a better reach of the bag.

He shook his head, trying to get me to sit down, but I continued, despite the consequences of it. I slowly stood up and reached towards the black bag. My fingers wrapped around the silver zipper, and I quickly unzipped it. 

I fell back in surprise as I saw what was in the bag. It was a huge missile. It was painted red and white. The ends of the missile were a light red, while there was text painted in white in the middle of the missile. I didn't want to touch the missile, but part of it read 

"Property of U.S.A-" and then the black bag concealed it.

I heard a yell and someone pulled me down into my seat. A man whose face I couldn't see grabbed the bag, zipped it up, and threw it farther away so I couldn't see it, then everyone stayed silent. Nobody even dared move.

I wondered where the other group was going. Fear drove through my heart as I wondered if they were safe. Who knows who these people were?

The masked gunmen didn't talk at all. For the whole car ride, which lasted about two hours. Two hours of no talking, adrenaline pumping through my veins, and probably everyone else's veins too.

"What's going on?!" I screamed in one of the gunmen's faces.  

The gunmen glared at me until I sat down, worried. My eyes darted to my employees, a concerned look on my face.

"We'll tell you what's going on as soon as we get there," The driver of the large vehicle finally said after two hours of silence. "Just calm down, all right? No one's going to get hurt."

For some reason, that made me and the others even more worried. We all looked at each other with wide eyes, staring at the large guns beside us.

About ten minutes later, the car pulled up to a sandy desert. In the distance, there was a small building. Small tan tents surrounded the building.

"Where are we?" Woods asked, his voice shaking from nervousness and adrenaline.

As usual, the gunmen ignored his question and jammed their guns into his back, making him stumble forward. "Walk quicker!" One of the gunmen yelled at Tanner, who was walking slowly and limping. Thick, red blood was pouring out from about his ankle, but his blue jeans, which were now ripped, concealed it, though not very much.

One of the gunmen's eyes darted to his wound, then he ran forward to the leader, a young man with blonde, curly hair. His eyes were light blue, like the shallow sea. The man whispered to the young man, and the young man nodded, looking quickly back at Tanner, but then his eyes darted back to the front, keeping his eyes peeled for something. 

For a few minutes everyone walked, and now they could see that what was just a small building, wasn't small at all. In fact, it spawned about a mile in perimeter. Women, children and men who were injured lay in wire beds, nurses tending them back to health. 

On the right was what looked like a military base. Guns lay on a table. Targets that had bullets holes in them stood next to the guns, pretty far away.

"What is this place?" Kevin asked, amazed and confused by why they all had been taken here.

Finally, the young man with the blue eyes turned around to face them. 

"Welcome to training camp."