An excitement of stars filled my eyes. Rockets filled my immediate vision, more than I’d even seen as a child. It felt like a flashback.
The room was empty, dark. The door, built like a garage door, was unlocked behind me. Yet I froze when I heard the click beyond the door as I rifled through all the fun dangers around me.
The room I was in was only an elevated storage room inside a factory floor. But this place was supposed to be abandoned… why were they here?
I looked around. Oh.
Keeping quiet and low to the ground, I crept to the door, pulling it fully closed. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice. Hopefully the weren’t really after the rockets. These weren’t made for war, anyway.
Keeping it closed was another matter. I had to commit now, because as soon as I let go, they would notice me, they would know they’re not alone in here. If they were really after the rockets, they’d come to know that anyway.
But they didn’t.
I was clinging with my nails to almost nothing. I had to strain to keep a solid grip. From the inside, it wasn’t easy to keep closed. If only I could lock it, they could move on without knowing I was there at all.
These people had given new meaning to the words Militant Athiests. Well, they wouldn’t convert me to their nihilistic propaganda. As far as I was concerned, they were at least as bad as Osama. At worst, they were Hitler.
It wasn’t exactly a holy war. But it had become the new war after the terrorists, both civil and global.
Well, they weren’t gonna take me alive. They could all just rot in hell. And I didn’t mean that metaphorically.
I listened desperately for them to move on. I felt almost deaf, hopeless in here. Outside, trouble was waiting eagerly for me.
They finally left the next room. I let go, and it wobbled back into place.
Prompt from Trifecta.