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From the diary of Richard James Mace
I’ve seen a lot of people die today. God knows how many any died, but I
don’t even want to think about it. At times like these, in the movies,
people start talking about government conspiracies and you start
hearing about secret radio broadcasts by some sort of resistance, but
there’s nothing. We fled for the whole day. We couldn’t find a working
car anywhere, it was like the planes were targeting them so that they
could round us up. It’s a lot harder to get somewhere without a train,
especially when most of the signs on the motorway have been ripped down.
I’m not even sure where we are right now. I know it’s not safe, and
it’s not even a building. Along the way, we ran into some people in
military uniforms. They were getting people together and giving us a
direction to follow. Dad seemed to think they knew what they were
doing, so I followed and, before it even got dark, we ended up in this
little bunker thing and were told to get some sleep. We’re supposed to
be moving as soon as night falls. It makes sense. I can still hear the
planes flying overhead trying to find us. They don’t look alien. We
can’t even tell if they’re ours or not until they start blowing each
other up.
Dad wanted to talk to the woman in charge, but they wouldn’t let him.
The excuse was that too many people already wanted to talk to her and
find out the plan. I only saw her at a glance, and I didn’t really
expect to see a woman in charge. She doesn’t look like the old heroes
out of stories. She’s a lot shorter, with greasy hair and one of the
most battered uniforms I’ve ever seen. I don’t know what she does
exactly, but they all seem quite happy to do whatever she says, so she
must have a high rank.
Tomorrow, she’s heading to safety, and since a ton of us ended up
following her here, we’ll be following her there too, whatever it is. I
feel much better knowing that we have these people to look after us,
but I’m not looking forward to the trip. There are so many of us. The
last time there were this many was outside of our house just before the
missiles started flying. So many of those people were my friends, I
might never see them again. Some of them I know for sure. I saw the
bullets fly through them. I won’t be able to sleep. I can feel
nightmares coming, but I have to try. Captain Banner’s orders.
Chapter Two
A Rush To Safety
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