“Get up, get up! Move move move! Make your way to the trucks out front and don’t look back. Leave all possessions and get out now!”Connor and Amanita jumped out of bed, followed the crowd out of the tent and into the courtyard. More men in uniform directed them where to go with their guns. Amanita’s parents grabbed her and held her hand as they were all led out of the gates and into convoy trucks.Out near the white science domes marines were firing into the trees. Others were yelling and screaming. A klaxon suddenly sounded and the crowds gathering into the trucks began to scream as well.“Connor, hurry,” Amanita said, reaching down for him from the back of the truck. Her parents were gripping her shoulders, afraid to let her go.He turned to look at the fighting across the small field. Hissers were pouring out of the woods. Some of them loping like long distance runners with sprained ankles, others at a full on dash. Bullets ripped into their chest but did not slow them down.
