The Final Battle
The day has come. Our final strike against the angels. I was nervous...really nervous. Never in a million year would I have imagined that I would be saving the world...never. But here we all are. Alex and I, Liz, Sam and Seb...all here to make our strike against the angels.
We could all die, I thought to myself. Ok, where had that come from? We were all ready. Alex had made sure dozens of times that we were ready. He is an excellent leader, we were all going to make it...because of him. He was the reason we were all ready. Alex. I love him so, so much. I couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to him. We will all survive.
We just had to.
All I wanted was a long life with Alex (apart from killing angels). I knew he felt the same way as I did. We both wanted it.
Our final strike. The whole team spent the last few days planning almost non-stop. We spent the last few says memorizing every single doorway, passageway and stairway. All the codes have been memorized too. Every big detail. Every small detail. Everything.
This is it. The AKs against the angels. Not to mention that I had the power to defeat them. But how?