Chapter Eleven
Michael
It is now that I realize why they kept us here. To turn us in. Probably to get medical supplies or weapons or something. Why am I not happy to be rescued? Well, I say to that; Who says they’re the American Government? Plus, the government is frickin’ evil. Happy? With everyone distracting by the helicopter, I grab Han’s hand and run as fast as my legs will allow to the weapon tent. Inside we find weapons. Well, obviously. I choose a bow (I used to take lessons) and my dagger and spear. Han grabs her dagger and spear, plus this weird bamboo tube thing and a fur bag. I catch a glimpse of metal. Darts.
“Smart,” I whisper. She smiles momentarily. The chopping of helicopter blades grows louder. I feel a knock on my head, and everything goes black.
Realistic Fiction