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As usual the school bell put an end to a rather boring day at school. Out of one of the class walked out Mackenzie Albert Riley a.k.a. Mac, a teenage boy with dark hair and brown eyes. Although he was lean, he had a tough body and his gaze was steady and sharp. A nike school bag hung on his back. If someone performed a background check they would find that his juniors had a lot of high regards for him. The reason behind this would be his hatred for bullies. He had saved his juniors from being bullied on countless occasions, often taking the heat on himself.
He walked slowly through the crowd of students and made his way out of the school, to the parking lot. He took out his Kros Evox BMX and rode it out onto the street.
The road was empty except for a few students which broke towards their home, leaving him alone on the boulevard. Soon an eerie feeling sat in and there was rarely a flicker or noise. The silence was broken by a couple of police patrol cars as they zoomed past him. It was rare to see police in this part of the city as their was hardly any population in this area.
But as he caught along the main road the scenario was completely different. The only bridge connecting the island city of Ursami with the rest of the country was so heavily laden with traffic heavy traffic that it looked as if the entire city was trying to cross the bridge. The booming horns of the vehicles hurted his ears and made his head ache.
Armed forces on both ends of the bridge were trying to keep the traffic going. He stopped a nearby officer and asked him about the matter. The officer was short and stubby and wore a dark shade. A M4 Carbine hung from his back. He was blowing his whistle with all his might to keep the traffic moving but it could rarely be heard over the traffic.
He blurted out, 'For some reason, the city is being evacuated. I don't know nothing else.' With that he continued his work.
Mac thought about his family. They could still be home, waiting for him to return. He could head out of the city or take his chances and go home. He knew it would not be the best decision but he headed home.
The streets were empty because most of the people had already evacuated the city. So, he rode as fast he could. After a couple of minutes he reached a bridge. His house was just a block away but he was panting so heavily that he thought he might be having a heart attack. So he stopped on the bridge to catch his breath. He was glancing at the sky when something caught his eye. If it hadn't been flying erratically then he might have dismissed it for a plane. The thing in the sky was skimming through the sky at an incredible speed. It kept coming nearer and nearer but Mac was too curious to move a muscle. And then he saw it, and he realized he had made a huge mistake. It was a bloody missile.
Before Mac could do anything the missile made a huge impact at some distance from the bridge. He could see a mushroom of fire rising from it but the worse was yet to come. The shock wave came a second later and it was powerful enough to send him flying down the bridge and into the canal below. The impact with water felt like the sting of a thousand needles, and he passed out.