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The stale air filled with the sounds of gunshots. Giant glass test tubes shattered covering the floor with deadly shards. Children were running down the corridors screaming for help. Tall men in blue uniforms followed them with guns blazing. It was horrific.

A group of children no older than thirteen huddle together in a small room. To the top of the metal door to the room was a reinforced glass window. They watched shadows of people run past and one stop in front of the door. The shadow was too small and thin to be one of the men. Gun shots filled the air again. A haunting scream of agony was heard from outside before blood splattered over the window.

The eldest of the group in hiding looked up toward the ceiling. There was a ventilation shaft. She slowly stood up trying her best to stay in the shadows. Grasping the ventilation cover she tugged with all her strength.
"Here. Everyone go in here. You'll be able to get out."

The other children were so young and innocent. They couldn't have possibly understood the hidden meaning in those words. The five of them climbed up on the girls back one at a time and then into the vent. They crawled in the opposite direction of the screaming.

One of the boys looked behind but he couldn't see the girl who had helped them in the vent. He had just enough space to turn around. He shuffled back toward to the roof only to hear the horrid sound of machine guns. He heard the metal door shut and footsteps moving away from the room with haste. From the vent he see could the girl. She lay amongst a stack of boxes. Her blonde hair was stained rose red in places. Her white dress was covered in blood and her eyes seemed to be gazing up at him. She had put the cover back on after the children had entered the vent. She had sacrificed herself for them.

The boy found himself unable to move. Sounds of men running back and forth consumed the vent. With his eyes full of tears he began to shake. The anger he felt was immense. He turned around once more and began to crawl as fast as he could.

Every so often he came across another ventilation cover. Each one showed a similar image. The others. The children he had grown up with where all being slaughtered. As he reached the fifth vent cover her saw a man with silvery grey hair and a yellow attire. The strange man was accompanied by men carrying machine guns. They were taking three of the children. The boy recognised them as Sting, Auel and Stellar.

He kept crawling. He could see some light in the distance. He inched forward through the vent shaft. The others seemed to have escaped. He was going to do the same. He would escape and make those men pay for what they had done. He arrived at the only crossroad in the vents. Ahead he could see what looked like an exit. To his right was nothing but darkness and the sound of screaming. To his left was a horrible sight.

One of the children he had been hiding with lay in the shaft. He was mangled almost beyond recognition. Small dots of light shone onto the corpse through bullet holes in the vent. In tears, he crawled toward the exit.

It was night. The blanket of stars was such an amazing image for a boy who had never been outside. The atmosphere was ice cold. The trees around him swayed in the wind. A squirrel darted across the branches rustling the browning leaves. The entire facility was surrounded by an enormous wire fence. The building itself must have stood out completely against the backdrop of trees. It was a huge square of white concrete and silver metal.

The boy ran toward the fence. He had to find a way out. As he ran alongside the fence he tripped over a darkened mass on the floor. A loose pile of dirt. Someone had dug it up recently. He looked around, hoping to find a way out.
"Over here!"

A voice bellowed from behind him. It was too dark to see who it had come from. All he could make out were a group of silhouettes approaching.
"We've found another survivor sir!"

The group was closing in. The boy found himself too scared to move. As the men stepped out from the facility's shadow and into the moonlight he saw them at last. They were wearing red instead blue. A group of children were clinging onto these new soldiers with all their might. One leant down towards the boy and said three words that slowed his racing heart.
"You're safe now..."

Description
The stale air filled with the sounds of gunshots. Giant glass test tubes shattered covering the floor with deadly shards. Children were running down the corridors screaming for help. Tall men in blue uniforms followed them with guns blazing. It was horrific.

A group of children no older than thirteen huddle together in a small room. To the top of the metal door to the room was a reinforced glass window. They watched shadows of people run past and one stop in front of the door. The shadow was too small and thin to be one of the men. Gun shots filled the air again. A haunting scream of agony was heard from outside before blood splattered over the window.

The eldest of the group in hiding looked up toward the ceiling. There was a ventilation shaft. She slowly stood up trying her best to stay in the shadows. Grasping the ventilation cover she tugged with all her strength.
"Here. Everyone go in here. You'll be able to get out."

The other children were so young and innocent. They couldn't have possibly understood the hidden meaning in those words. The five of them climbed up on the girls back one at a time and then into the vent. They crawled in the opposite direction of the screaming.

One of the boys looked behind but he couldn't see the girl who had helped them in the vent. He had just enough space to turn around. He shuffled back toward to the roof only to hear the horrid sound of machine guns. He heard the metal door shut and footsteps moving away from the room with haste. From the vent he see could the girl. She lay amongst a stack of boxes. Her blonde hair was stained rose red in places. Her white dress was covered in blood and her eyes seemed to be gazing up at him. She had put the cover back on after the children had entered the vent. She had sacrificed herself for them.

The boy found himself unable to move. Sounds of men running back and forth consumed the vent. With his eyes full of tears he began to shake. The anger he felt was immense. He turned around once more and began to crawl as fast as he could.

Every so often he came across another ventilation cover. Each one showed a similar image. The others. The children he had grown up with where all being slaughtered. As he reached the fifth vent cover her saw a man with silvery grey hair and a yellow attire. The strange man was accompanied by men carrying machine guns. They were taking three of the children. The boy recognised them as Sting, Auel and Stellar.

He kept crawling. He could see some light in the distance. He inched forward through the vent shaft. The others seemed to have escaped. He was going to do the same. He would escape and make those men pay for what they had done. He arrived at the only crossroad in the vents. Ahead he could see what looked like an exit. To his right was nothing but darkness and the sound of screaming. To his left was a horrible sight.

One of the children he had been hiding with lay in the shaft. He was mangled almost beyond recognition. Small dots of light shone onto the corpse through bullet holes in the vent. In tears, he crawled toward the exit.

It was night. The blanket of stars was such an amazing image for a boy who had never been outside. The atmosphere was ice cold. The trees around him swayed in the wind. A squirrel darted across the branches rustling the browning leaves. The entire facility was surrounded by an enormous wire fence. The building itself must have stood out completely against the backdrop of trees. It was a huge square of white concrete and silver metal.

The boy ran toward the fence. He had to find a way out. As he ran alongside the fence he tripped over a darkened mass on the floor. A loose pile of dirt. Someone had dug it up recently. He looked around, hoping to find a way out.
"Over here!"

A voice bellowed from behind him. It was too dark to see who it had come from. All he could make out were a group of silhouettes approaching.
"We've found another survivor sir!"

The group was closing in. The boy found himself too scared to move. As the men stepped out from the facility's shadow and into the moonlight he saw them at last. They were wearing red instead blue. A group of children were clinging onto these new soldiers with all their might. One leant down towards the boy and said three words that slowed his racing heart.
"You're safe now..."