The morning air caused goosebumps on Chris skin. It felt almost, relaxing. Today didn’t feel like most days. It wasn’t the same boring uneventful drag that it normal is. Today was the day. The day they would set themselves free.
Chris rose out of bed. His body ached from the prison beds that were stiffer than bricks. Lincoln was the only other person awake in the cell. Chris looked at the watch built into his suit. 5:56. Seven hour until the break free.
“How confident are you that this is going to work?” Lincoln asked, sitting up to face Chris.
“I’m not sure but based on the plan you gave us it should work. The plan’s solid and the determination is there. We shoul
Something wet hit Chris’ face. He looked up to see Alexis standing behind a guard with a knife in his throat. Blood was spraying from his neck. The guards lifeless body fell to the floor. Chris watch three other guards fall around him. One guard remained, the one Evan was supposed to kill.The sound of a gunshot filled Chris’ ears. Evan stood still. The two of them stood frozen, oblivious to the world around them. The guard pushed Evan’s body off of him. It was then that Chris could see the hole in Evan’s chest. The hole was just under where his rib cage would be. A few seconds passed before the fifth guard fell to the floor dead and lifeless.Chris crawled over to Evan’s body. Evan was losing a lot of blood. “Did we win?” Evan asked.“Not yet, but I believe you already won,” Chris replied.“How could I have won when I’m clearly dying.”“You’re not dead yet. We can
They say all good things must come to an end, but what was good about the human race? We were always broken.The intercom buzzed with the voice of a young female. “He’s here.”“Who is?” asked David, the lead scientist in an underground bunker.“The president of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. He told me he is here for a progress check. Word of advice, you should get outside while you still can sir, you’re getting irritable.”“Let him in and learn to mind your damn business. My well-being is none of your concern.” scolded David.“Sorry, sir. He’s on his way down now.”The room was full of men and wo
The sound of a school bell ringing filled the halls. Within seconds, the hallways of Mountain Elm High School became packed with students all heading towards the front door. Two students were weaving through the crowd.“Come on Heather, if you move this slow, you’ll get run over,” yelled Chris, a brown-haired boy with green eyes, pulling on a girl’s arm.“Careful Chris, I’m going as fast as I can!” exclaimed Heather, a black-haired girl with brown eyes, trying not to trip.They moved into a compact room to avoid being trampled.“What was that for?” questioned Heather.“Hey, I didn’t want us getting run over, because you move too slow. Plus, we don’t want
The sun was shining through the window and into Chris’ eyes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Good morning!” yelled Heather from across the room. Chris focused his vision. Heather was sitting on her bed looking at her phone. “You know you could have gone to the dining room. Francis probably has breakfast prepared and is waiting for us,” Chris said. “Yeah, I know, but I wanted to wait for you,” Heather replied with a smile. Chris rolled himself out of bed and walked out of the door with Heather by his side. Chris noticed Heather was walking closer to him than she normally does. “Did you sleep well?” Heather asked cheerfully. “Yeah
“And what are the names of your passengers?” the woman asked. “Heather Chapsman and Christopher Woodsen,” Francis answered. “We received a message from your father. I’m assuming you have the package?” “Yes, I brought it with us.” “Please pull ahead and park anywhere,” the woman ordered. Francis pulled into a parking space. Two cars had arrived before them. One was a black SUV with two people in their late seventies inside while the other was a red sports car with a young couple in their early thirties inside. The older family walked up to the teens and greeted them. “Well, hello. I’m glad to see such youngsters this interested in history,” said the old man, shaking Chris’ ha
Chris opened his eyes. Heather was lying unconscious next to him, fast asleep. He assumed the other had survived as well. Chris scanned the room. He crawled over to Heather’s body and checked her pulse. It was feint, but there.Chris tried to stand up and immediately sat back down. He felt dizzy and everything was spinning. Chris stood up again. The dizziness had faded, and he could see straight. A sword was lying on the ground next to where he had been.“I guess that’s what hit me,” he said to himself.He decided it would be good to bring it along with, just in case. Chris grabbed a strap and fastened the sheath at both the top and the bottom. Then, he took the strap and fastened the sheath around his waist. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and with a single motion pulled in out of the sheat
Chris followed Francis into the conference room. Max and Carmella were eagerly waiting at the end of the table. Evan and Garret were also already there, but Nicole was nowhere to be found. Heather arrived shortly after and stood next to Chris. Chris leaned over to Heather and whispered something in her ear. “We need to talk after this meeting.” Heather nodded in response. Max cleared his throat. “Would someone be so kind and go track down Nicole? She’s five minutes late,” Max asked. Chris and Heather volunteered to go. As they were walking down the hall, Heather asked Chris what he wanted to speak to her about. “Francis interrogated me about the marriage,” Chris said. “Did you tell him the truth?” Heather asked in response.
Chris nodded and walked out of the farm. He didn’t feel comfortable just watching everyone work while he was in no condition to work because of his leg. He decided he was going to go back to the conference room to read the file more in depth and listen to the audio clip. On his way down the hall, someone yelled out to him. “Hey Chris, can you lend a hand for a minute?” Evan asked him. Evan and Francis were carrying a door similar to the one he broke down towards Nicole’s room. Chris instinctively hobbled over and grabbed the side of the door and helped carry it down the hall. “Glad you chose to help us fix the mess that you made,” chuckled Francis. “Yeah, it’s the least I can do for you,” Chris replied. They arrived at N