Hurricane: Day 15, Part Two
I free fell towards the street... The air rushed past my face. I tried to reach the side of the building right next to me, but it was just barely out of arms reach. The glass windows reflected everything that was going on. Great. I could get the best view of myself as I became a splat on the road. The next thing I knew, there was a rush, and my vision momentarily went black. When my vision returned to normal, I was sitting in the middle of a dumpster with a bunch of garbage.
"What the-," I started to say.
"Your lucky that I saved your life," a voice right next to me said.
I leapt out of the dumpster and was shocked to find the same teenage girl that I had seen before standing beside me.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
She hesitated for a moment. "Chloe," she finally said. "My name is Chloe."
"Nice name," I said. "I'm Troy."
"Well, Troy, I don't think you want to stand there."
"Why?" I asked.
She dashed off so fast I fell backwards back into the dumpster. As I stood up, brushing myself off, I heard a cracking sound from the brick wall behind me. I cautiously stepped forward, and placed my hand against the wall. The next thing I knew, a hand made of metal slammed through the wall, grabbed me by the neck, and dragged me inside the building...
