30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 9 - AIR
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x_erikah_xPrompt #9: Air
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Word Count: 360
Air
By ErikaHK
John ducked behind a strange looking vehicle as another bomb stroke. This time, too close for comfort. The ground shook and smoke with dust and dirt rose around him. Gun fire could be heard ahead of him. It didn’t seem to be diminishing. Damn. He needed to go towards that direction.
He looked above and saw that the sky was no longer. The air was filled with brown and gray smoke, and the yellowish tone of the biological bombs. This world was destroying itself without any help from the wraith. It was hard to imagine how things could go so bad so suddenly.
A rising whine announced the coming of another explosive. He searched the sky looking for a clue of where it would hit.
Shit.
He rose to his feet and raced towards a nearby ruin. When everything shook beneath his feet, he lost his balance and fell, hitting his chin on the ground. Debris rained on top of him.
He coughed as he turned around and looked back at the car he had been using as a cover.
What car? There was only a giant hole in its place.
Another explosion happened above. The sky went red and angry. The air became hot. When John breathed, he felt he was in a very high altitude. It was the warning shot.
He stood up and ran again. He didn’t have much time. Alarms began to sound. A noise incredibly similar to Earth’s tornado and nuclear bomb warnings.
The gun fire died off.
He had seen what those things did. They came from the air and burned every molecule of it. It incinerated all living things, but left buildings mostly intact. He really didn’t look forward to experiencing it first hand. So, John ran.
His legs burned.
His lungs demanded more oxygen.
The alarm increased.
John could see the stargate getting closer and closer, standing proudly in the middle of tons of rubble around it.
The alarms silenced.
John could barely breathe while he dialed.
As the gate kawooshed, John looked behind.
Crap.
He jumped through just as the bomb stroke.
The End
Author:
x_erikah_xWord Count: 360
By ErikaHK
John ducked behind a strange looking vehicle as another bomb stroke. This time, too close for comfort. The ground shook and smoke with dust and dirt rose around him. Gun fire could be heard ahead of him. It didn’t seem to be diminishing. Damn. He needed to go towards that direction.
He looked above and saw that the sky was no longer. The air was filled with brown and gray smoke, and the yellowish tone of the biological bombs. This world was destroying itself without any help from the wraith. It was hard to imagine how things could go so bad so suddenly.
A rising whine announced the coming of another explosive. He searched the sky looking for a clue of where it would hit.
Shit.
He rose to his feet and raced towards a nearby ruin. When everything shook beneath his feet, he lost his balance and fell, hitting his chin on the ground. Debris rained on top of him.
He coughed as he turned around and looked back at the car he had been using as a cover.
What car? There was only a giant hole in its place.
Another explosion happened above. The sky went red and angry. The air became hot. When John breathed, he felt he was in a very high altitude. It was the warning shot.
He stood up and ran again. He didn’t have much time. Alarms began to sound. A noise incredibly similar to Earth’s tornado and nuclear bomb warnings.
The gun fire died off.
He had seen what those things did. They came from the air and burned every molecule of it. It incinerated all living things, but left buildings mostly intact. He really didn’t look forward to experiencing it first hand. So, John ran.
His legs burned.
His lungs demanded more oxygen.
The alarm increased.
John could see the stargate getting closer and closer, standing proudly in the middle of tons of rubble around it.
The alarms silenced.
John could barely breathe while he dialed.
As the gate kawooshed, John looked behind.
Crap.
He jumped through just as the bomb stroke.
