• The storm moved closer in the East. We didn't want to be here for that. We had our things packed and hurried of to the Northwest. My father walked in front of me. I watched his figure. His tan skin. The long curly messy brown hair under his hat.
    Before it all people said I looked just like him. Dark green eyes, stern expresion, thin pinky lips. Our looks were just alike; just not our personalities. He was hotheaded and stubborn. He thought his plan was what was always right. Me, on the otherhand, I was calm. I thought things as I went, good at listening, and a bit shy and quiet.
    The rifle on my back and the supplies in my bag made a lot of noise as we walked. I would have to fix that. If we ran into some biggies the noise would get us caught and killed. The place we walked was a desert wasteland. It was probably some peaceful little town before the war. Not too far ahead we could see a city. Well, at least it used to be. Now it was just ruins.
    We continued to walk in silence for about another ten minutes, then came a loud noise. We stopped and looked around. It sounded like a big engine. My father pointed up in the sky. To our right a massive airship was soaring toward us.
    "Its OPS." my father yelled over the noise. We began to sprint toward the ruins. I could hear a loud thud come from the ship. I didn't dare look back and slow down, I sped up. The noise of a big gun come from behind us. There was an explosion about twenty-five yards away from my back. My ears begain to ring and a blast of pressure pushed me forward.
    My father and I ran faster than ever. The noise of a tank moved toward us. Bullets from a machine gun blasted sparks and dirt at my ankles. TO BE CONTINUED...