Chapter 3

There was a helicopter on the hill. It was on its side. Military tents were set up everywhere. A dead soldier lay by a tent. Sam took no notice of all this, for he was running too fast to pay attention to the calamities. As the group of people ran towards him, Sam tripped. He landed hard, and the fall took the air out of him.  As he got up he realized that he was very close to the helicopter. He got into the open cabin and slammed the door closed just in time. Inside the helicopter cabin was small, cramped, and uncomfortable. But it was safe. He looked at the faces of the people, they were grey, their eyes blank, and they were a little bit bloody. They seemed sick. Sam leaned to his left, trying to get the helicopter upright. It didn’t work. He saw a movement, it wasn’t like the other people some turned twards the movement and ran towards it. What was the movement? Sam rubbed his forehead. Sam rested his head on the controls. He scratched his arm. Then he heard a gunshot…