I Thought We Had Tomorrow — Episode 6

just gave way. My stiffening shell went down like a sack of bricks, falling straight to the side. Tug. A heavy, dun sound echoed. My head slammed right into the corner of a rusty metal behind the door. There was this sickening, bone-chilling crack. The sound punched the thick metal walls, ringing out loud and clear across the silent field. Luke heard it,

but instead of realizing something was wrong, he acted like he just caught me red-handed. He let out this nasty, mocking laugh. Hear that? She's still got plenty of energy, he said, throwing his hands up for Amber and the rest of the class to see. Guess it's not hot enough in there yet if she still got the strength to throw a temper tantrum and trash

place. His eyes went cold as he pointed at a few guys from logistics. You lot go to the warehouse and grab those old heavy duty tarp. The guys just stood there looking at each other but looking at that container smoking in the sun they were starting to get the creeps. Sir it's killing her. What? Luke's voice dropped to sub-zero. Do you want to join her? The guys flinched. Nobody

dared to cross the future West Point elite anymore. A minute later they were back these thick moldy old tarps seal the vents all of them luke pointed to the tiny slits at the he sounded like he was signing a death warrant the guys bit their tongues climbed up on some blocks and draped the canvas over the vents tying them down tight with layer after layer of nylon

rope the last bit of air flay was officially cut off the heat inside hit a breaking point with no oxygen and that blistering sun the smell of blood became thick and suffocating like toxic gas i was going ballistic in the air swinging my simulant arms trying to rip those damn tarps off