Literature
Rise Of The Runaways
“For the last fucking time, put your gun down until I say it’s go time,” I scolded. The little redhead emitted a small growl and crouched back down behind the bush. The other 17 kids, all between the ages of 11 and 18, crouched down farther as well.
“What are we waiting for?” a boy questioned. They were all just as anxious as I was. The sun had almost completely set, and we were blanketed in shadows. The stars were just staring to appear, and the gates at the base in front of us were beginning to close. Jeeps were being driven into their garages. Our time was coming.
“My signal,” I whispered. My pat