My eyes fluttered open to a very chaotic scene. Floor boards were sticking up at various angles and clothes and furniture were scattered across the floor. These imposters would stop at nothing to get what they wanted.
Vivid memories flooded back and I found myself living those last few seconds again. My arms shook and legs trembled with the recollection. But even I knew I couldn't stay in the house forever. I couldn't dwell on the past. Time passed steadily with or without me.
Slowly, feeling began to creep back into my legs. Sluggishly, I stood up and surveyed my condition. I was uninjured except for a few small cuts and scrapes that I could address later.
Taking two steps at a time, I scurried down the grand staircase. The upper floors seemed to receive minimum damage, but as I arrived at the bottom of the stairs I realized that the first floor had received the brunt of the attack. Most of the windows were barred shut, evidence that the lockdown had actually been activated. Also, the windows were evidence that the people that had intruded must've been more powerful and intelligent than I had previously thought. Although most of the windows were barred, a few had been smashed, metal and all, and now hung loosely by their hinges. Whatever these people had used, had to be more potent then a bomb and definitely illegal.
Grasping once again that time was not waiting for me; I rushed over to a very important drawer. Barely glancing at its contents, I stuffed all the papers and passports into the pockets of my black jacket. I would need them later.
Maybe my mind was elsewhere as I walked towards the doors. Red flags flashed everywhere I looked- after all I had been trained to trust my instincts. But as I opened up the door, I understood what this whole situation was- a game. And at that moment, I was the FINISH.
In this game, mistakes cost you your turn. Apparently, I was not winning as I stared out onto the lawn where two men were standing, arms at their sides.
I had lost my turn.