Steven couldn't believe his eyes. Missiles had just impacted the skyscraper
in the distance. He couldn't tell from here but it appeared to be the
empire state building, but he couldn't tell anymore. A massive red fireball
had engulfed the building from about halfway up. He kept running. He knew
soviet forces were where moving in this direction. He could hear there
automatic weapons firing , and the screams of those hit by them. He kept
running he could see from the windows that there had been massive looting.
There where who knows how many thousands of people in front of him, and
behind him. Suddenly the mob stopped in front of him and he nearly
trampled a young boy. Then everyone was running back at him. He took off
with the mob not wanting to be crushed. He knew in his mind that he was
only rushing towards hundreds of soviets with high powered assault riffles.
he allowed himself a look behind him. The boy he had nearly trampled was being crushed under the mob of people. 'no use trying to save him' he thought to himself. He knew that the boy was already dead. Crushed by the mob like frenzy of thousands of people. The automatic weapons fire was growing in numbers and decibels. He kept running towards it though being dragged along with the mob. There was a some confusion among the mob now. Some were trying to go the other way to stop the soon approaching hail of gunfire, only to be knocked down and trampled. Screams erupted a few hundred feet behind him, hundreds of screams, and a loud whoosh as if a sudden gust of wind had just swept in. Steven had worked his way to the sidewalk trying to find a way into a store or window. He could see over the heads of some of the smaller people. At least 50 soviet soldiers were firing at the mob. The soldiers were pushing in at the mob firing.
Steven noticed a broken window in a store up a head. The bullets were getting closer now. A occasional one wiped by his head. only a few lines of people remained in front of him. They were being cut to pieces by the automatic fire. The store was only a few feet away. If only he could survive that long. The teenage girl in front of him necks exploded in a geyser of blood covering him in a red coat.
He jumped into the window. Cutting his left arm on the way. The landing knocked the wind out of him. The screams were intensifying now. The whoosh was almost deafening. He willed himself to move, crawling behind a bar. He took a look at his arm. Blood was pouring out of it. He knew he had been shot, He had to stop the blood before it killed him. The gunfire was coming from right out side the window, and there were voices screaming and laughing. He allowed himself a look through the window Russians were in brown uniform firing what looked like AK-47s.
Everything started going blurry, he knew he needed to stop the bleeding quickly. He looked around him. He was lucky enough to spot a dish rag. It looked dirty, but he had no other choice, he held it against his arm to stop the bleeding. The voices outside were distorted black dots filled his vision. He pressed the rag harder against his arm. The blackness consumed him as he lost consensus
he allowed himself a look behind him. The boy he had nearly trampled was being crushed under the mob of people. 'no use trying to save him' he thought to himself. He knew that the boy was already dead. Crushed by the mob like frenzy of thousands of people. The automatic weapons fire was growing in numbers and decibels. He kept running towards it though being dragged along with the mob. There was a some confusion among the mob now. Some were trying to go the other way to stop the soon approaching hail of gunfire, only to be knocked down and trampled. Screams erupted a few hundred feet behind him, hundreds of screams, and a loud whoosh as if a sudden gust of wind had just swept in. Steven had worked his way to the sidewalk trying to find a way into a store or window. He could see over the heads of some of the smaller people. At least 50 soviet soldiers were firing at the mob. The soldiers were pushing in at the mob firing.
Steven noticed a broken window in a store up a head. The bullets were getting closer now. A occasional one wiped by his head. only a few lines of people remained in front of him. They were being cut to pieces by the automatic fire. The store was only a few feet away. If only he could survive that long. The teenage girl in front of him necks exploded in a geyser of blood covering him in a red coat.
He jumped into the window. Cutting his left arm on the way. The landing knocked the wind out of him. The screams were intensifying now. The whoosh was almost deafening. He willed himself to move, crawling behind a bar. He took a look at his arm. Blood was pouring out of it. He knew he had been shot, He had to stop the blood before it killed him. The gunfire was coming from right out side the window, and there were voices screaming and laughing. He allowed himself a look through the window Russians were in brown uniform firing what looked like AK-47s.
Everything started going blurry, he knew he needed to stop the bleeding quickly. He looked around him. He was lucky enough to spot a dish rag. It looked dirty, but he had no other choice, he held it against his arm to stop the bleeding. The voices outside were distorted black dots filled his vision. He pressed the rag harder against his arm. The blackness consumed him as he lost consensus
