Day 1, Titusville Florida
“Get out of there now!” I heard someone say. The walls of my cabin were not very strong so the many bullets that were now lodged in the logs were nearly knocking it down. He was right. I had to get out or be caught.
“He’s right on the other side of that wall! Why can’t you just go in there?!” Commander William shouted. “Hey lodged the door shut.” William pursed his lips and screamed out, “Get out of there now!” Nothing.
The only way out was through the drain. Thomas moved carefully and swiftly over to the sink’s pipeline, stopped it, and popped of a section of it. Then, he moved back, taking the gun out from under the bed. He climbed up the chimney and set the gun on the roof, aimed at a tree, set to narrowly miss a man next to it. Now he climbed down into the room again and let the blue mist free.
William signaled to stop the firing. It was deathly quiet. Then, one shot rang out as if out of nowhere. One man clasped his head, which the bullet had skimmed. “Which one of you fi—“another shot was fired. This time, it splintered the bark on a tree. William cursed and yelled, “WHO FIRED?!”
Thomas came out of the fire hydrant and heard a shot. “I didn’t fire it yet…” Thomas thought. “Oh no! They’ve seen me!” He looked again and saw the men surrounding something on the ground. Thomas snapped his fingers. The gun on the roof fired at the tree.
