By DEMETRIO GONZALEZ
Staff Writer
There was only one way to get out of the twelfth district and that way was called the bullet train. The bullet train is an indestructible one-way train shaped like a bullet. The rails are made up of a type of magnet that slowly reduces in height when heading towards the destination. The train, when it makes contact with the rail, takes off at an unbelievable speed. Rumor has it that the train beat a bullet thus giving it the name. Once aboard the train, the door will remain locked, making it unable to get out until it has completely stopped. In our case, the bullet train connected to district twelve will take us to district eleven. The next closest district.
Me and Orion knew exactly where the bullet train was and made our way there instantly and cautiously, trying not to draw any attention to us. As we moved closer to the area of the bullet train the sound of gunshots filled the air. When we arrived at the location the general of the twelfth district with a group of maybe a dozen soldiers were there as well guarding the train with their lives.
“Where the hell have you been soldiers!!,” the general yelled at me and Orion.
“Get your ass in the train!!,” he added knowing it won’t be long until they were taken down by the approaching ravengers. Once all the soldiers were inside the train, me and Orion made our way inside as well. The general was making his way toward the entrance of the train when I noticed a smile appear on his face. At that moment I knew something was off. The general stopped right before getting into the train and looked up and smiled bigger than ever.
“A captain goes down with his ship,” he said as a single tear falls from his left eye. He slams the bullet train door shut, locking us in and locking himself out. The general pressed the activation button from the outside that sets us on the rail as hundreds of ravengers rush to him. He pulls out his gun, shooting an assault rifle into the crowd of ravengers approaching him killing some of them. They quickly overpowered the general as soon as he ran out of ammo, swinging at him inflicting deep and deadly gashes with their sharp, enormous claws on their hands. They piled on him and started eating his body. While through all that, he found the strength to pull the clip from one of his twelve grenades from his vest causing a gigantic explosion where he laid. He took out about ninety-three percent of the ravengers who were near the explosion. The general of district twelve refused to leave his home. The place where he was born. The place where his family was brutally massacred by the ravengers on the attack. The place where he avenged them. The place.where he now lays a hero. The place known as district twelve.
As this all took place, I tried breaking through the door of the bullet train repeatedly wanting to save him. Wanting to do something…. Anything. All I could do was watch.