Fan Fiction: If We Survive By Andrew Klavan Matthew Merchant
622 Words February 3, 2013
5TH Period English
Behind us, the squat guard was open firing at us in short bursts. All of the weapons we had acquired were gone now. Hundreds of troops following within sight behind us were desperately trying to capture us. Bullets ripped out of the guns of the squat guard and into the muddy ground all around us. We trailed on deeper in to the forest dodging everything in our path. Just as we broke the trees and reached the plane, the rebels started to close in on us. Jim ran ahead to the plane and swung the rustic door open for the others. Nicki and Meredith scrambled in after Jim.
Palmer and I boarded next and hastily scrambled to the front of the plane. Palmer hopped into the pilot's seat while I jumped in shotgun. He had very little flying experience but he has going to give it a try anyways. The engine roared to life and the propellers started to swirl. The plane started to slowly strain forward against the slippery mud but the plane began to slip and slide in the mud.
"Come on!" Palmer barked at the plane. His cry for help was no good though; the plane merely buried itself deeper and deeper in the soft ground. We all heard a thud of truck doors shutting. We looked over to find our pursuers surrounding part of the plane. We quickly scrambled out and hid in the bushes. Following the arrival of the first car was three more. Dozens of men now were surrounding the plane and shouting, calling for our surrender.
"Follow me!" I incisively whispered to others. I lead them to where the idling trucks were, and instructed them to get into one of them. Palmer climbed in the passenger seat while I snuck to the other cars. I routed through one of the open bags on the seat and found a knife. On my way back to our selected truck, I stuck the front tires on the other three cars to disable them. I slammed our car into gear and tore off, not even looking back toward the plane. Bullets whistled past us nearly missing us. When we were almost out of sight a bullet tore through the back window of the car. We all jumped in fear of another tearing through the truck and leaving with one of our lives. I now drove faster than ever through the mud while dodging trees. We finally came to an open field that was familiar to us. Palmer instructed me that there was a road up ahead.
We sighed with relief as we drifted onto the road. We knew the danger wasn't over yet but we knew the worst had past. Palmer yanked a map out from under the passenger seat. We were always told that if anything was ever to happen that there was an American base just a town away going west. With the speedometer pushing 80 miles an hour we climbed through the mountains on the last leg of our journey. For two hours we drove until we finally arrived at the base. As we pulled up they looked at us with disbelief. Later we were told that they had been looking for us but they had expected the worst, they had given up when they had found our rescue plane burnt up. We waited at the base for two days until they finally shipped us home. We all recanted our story to them several times for their record.
Our flight to return home took about fourteen hours yet it seemed like days. When we landed all of our families were awaiting our arrival. Tears of joy and relief streamed down everyone's face as we were reunited together once again with our families.
