Chapter 2: Freedom

Sock ran to the other side of the door. Sure enough, down the short corridor, were the two Soviet guards. Just as we were about to go Miss Fry spoke out.

"Wait! That guard up at the dining room…….he'll have grenades won't he?"

"Probably." Mr. Butterspread answered.

"Just don't go yet." Miss Fry warned and ran back up the corridor. We waited and very shortly heard an accusing Soviet voice speak.

"What are you doing? Seize her!"

"Shit!" I hissed. "Ok Sock lets kill these bastards."

Sock nodded to me and we stood back from the door and wildly shot through the glass towards the two guards. One went down in the barrage but the other got inside the door.

"Fuck!" Sock shouted and we ran down the corridor. The group followed us in and Leon stayed at the back.

He began firing back up the corridor.

"Jay! We've got company!"

Sock and I charged into the gym and fired wildly at the confused Soviet soldier in the corner. He fell to the hail of bullets. The group charged in and started to pick up weapons.

Leon's gunfire began to draw nearer. He was coming down the corridor. Mr. Butterspread was the first to decide on a weapon. He picked up a Shotgun and loaded it. Leon came through the door crouched low and as the first Soviet followed him Mr. Butterspread turned and fired his shotgun at the door, knocking the soldier back against the wall and shattering the glass.

Hannah picked up an Assault Rifle and two Pistols, throwing one to me. I stuffed it into my pocket and started taking the harness of the soldier Sock and I had killed. Mr. Butterspread moved to the door, held his Shotgun through the shattered window, pointed up the corridor and fired.

He yelled in pain as the recoil forced his arm into some of the glass still in the window frame. He pulled his arm back and the glass snapped from the frame, staying in his arm.

Hannah grabbed up a Medic Kit and ran over to him. She had done a First Aid course a while back and knew how to treat the wound. She took him off to the side and sat him in the far corner.

Joe snatched a huge Heavy Machine Gun, threw it over between some crates, clambered over to it and set it on the top of the crate facing the door. He piled the attacking Soviets with bullets as soon as they appeared.

I had put on the soldiers harness which allowed him to carry two primary weapons, one on his back and one in his hands. I picked up a Sniper Rifle.

Never know when you'll need one of these.

I put it in the holster on my back. I took his side arm belt, which carried a Pistol and Grenades. I took the Pistol from my pocket and holstered it.

I noticed Sock was filing a spare gym bag with Grenades.

"Sock," I said and he looked up at me. "Do you think you'll get that out of here? Chuck me six and put some Ammo boxes in it."

He nodded, tipped the contents onto the floor and one by one, threw six over to me, which I put into the holster slots on my new belt. Sock began filing the bag again, this time with ammo boxes.

"The whole school is coming down on us! And it won't be long before they have backup!" Joe shouted over his HMG fire.

"He's right Jay! We need a new way out!" Leon shouts over the HMG fire.

"Then make one!" I shout back.

He smiled and looked at an RPG which Joe had pulled out of a crate looking for his HMG. He looked back at me smiling, as if to ask permission.

"I said shit was about to get loud dint I?" I smiled.

He put his Assault Rifle onto a crate, picked up the RPG and walked away from the far wall. Hannah moved Mr. Butterspread away from the wall and Leon fired. The rocket propelled grenade tore through the wall.

I pulled out my Sniper Rifle and got next to the gaping hole. I aimed up at the roof of the opposite building, there he was, the sniper, I could see him through the dust. He obviously couldn't see me. He was still staring in disbelief at the hole. It almost looked like he was looking at me. I aimed at his head, then moved my sight to his body, knowing I was no expert with a Sniper.

I pulled the trigger and he flew backwards. I don't think he was dead, but he wouldn't be shooting at us and that was enough. I slotted the Sniper back into the back holster, picked my assault Rifle back up and shouted back.

"Lets go!"

Sock stuffed the last of the ammo boxes he could into the gym bag, snatched his Assault Rifle and moved to me. Hannah jogged over with her Medic Kit in one hand and Assault Rifle in the other. Mr. Butterspread, Shotgun in his un-hurt right arm moved over to me. Leon threw the used RPG to the floor and grabbed his Assault Rifle too. Joe clambered back over the crates with his HMG and walked backwards, still firing at any Sov's trying to get in.

Ducked low, the rest of the group in tow, I headed towards the gates at the back of the school.

When we reached the gates they were locked. No surprise really.

I started to shake them wildly, Sock too. Joe still, walking backwards towards the gates, firing at the pursuing Soviets.

Suddenly, Leon and Hannah opened fire. I turned to see more Sov's coming from the car park. The reinforcements had arrived.

Sock was now even more desperately rattling the gates. Mr. Butterspread stepped forward.

"Move." He said bluntly and with a sigh. He lifted his Shotgun to the gate and blew the lock off.

"Alright lets go! Go! Go! Go!" I shouted and began firing at the Sov reinforcements. Leon stood next to me at the gate and fired at them too.

Hannah and Sock were helping Mr. Butterspread across the field, towards the hills. Joe was still walking backwards and I grew desperate and shouted to him.

"Joe! Move it!"

He turned and ran through the gates. Leon and I ducked through them and we all ran.

Ran from the Sov's, ran for the open, ran for the hills.

Ran for freedom.