Summary Of Captain Arsham's Diary

She gave me empathy and I laughed on the inside-thinking how stupid this woman could be- she walked me to the policeman guarding the door that lead to the cells. The officer whispered something to the secretary that I couldn’t quite make-out, I ignored it and walked through the door as he held it open for me. We walked silently, watching the endless row of cells when we stopped and there sitting on the wooden bench, behind the metal bars of the jail cell. I faked tears as he carefully unlocked the cell door and let me walk in shutting it quickly, I hugged Clyde letting my fake tears soak his shirt. I whispered, “I brought you a gun, it’s in the hem of my dress.” I stealthily grabbed the small gun and as we held hands he grabbed it, putting it in a hidden hole in the pillow. We hugged again and he whispered “I’ll meet you at the car a mile away from

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He had just managed to stumble to his feet resting his back against the wall. The only light was in the room was from a small opening where the ceiling and wall met, covered with bars. Bahauddin had reached for his neck and a sense of anxiousness rushed through his body. There was no metal there, no keys, no nothing. He had peeked his head through the cell bars to examine the lock and everything around him. “Hello?” Bahauddin yelled, waiting for a response. Coughing had came from the cell next to him. “Hello,” he repeated, “who’s there?”

He explained that there was a man wearing all black with rubber sandals, his shoulders were slightly stooped. He had a grey ammunition belt around him, a weapon in his hand slowly making his way to the middle of the trail. I saw him and freaked, so pulled the pin to a grenade and threw it near his feet.

They chuckled to one another as if what they were doing was simply for their own leisure. I tried to estimate how many men were standing behind me but it was no use, my mind was racing with fear, I wasn’t as sharp as I usually was. Realizing I had lost sight of the group my mind turned to finding them, were they okay? Had they also been captured? No, I could see them still together, sharing a cigarette and laughing to one another. I could see them but could they see me? My radio…of course! All I had to do was push the button on the side and hope they would realize something was wrong. But could I risk it? I had no idea how many of them were behind me. Would they kill me instantly if I attempted to make contact? I had to try. I may be as good as dead anyway, what would be the point of not trying? I took a deep breath in and tried to maintain a slower heart rate. I slowly lifted my right hand up to my chest, until I finally had it in my hand. As I pushed down on the button, one of the men began shouting to the other. He lifted his foot, which then came back down directly on my arm. I shrieked out in pain as I fell to the ground. In the distance I could see my group looking up, trying to see if I was alright. I had done it; I was going to be okay. The man pushed the gun even harder into my head. “The phone…the phone…make the call now or I shoot.” Hastily, I picked up the phone and without a second

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In the beginning of the story, the prisoners are

You wake up to the feeling of water dripping onto your cheek and your head throbbing mercilessly. There is a damp, musty smell in the air. You glance at the few other people lying asleep on the concrete floor below you. Staring through the bars of the cell window, you can make out just a bit of the gallows. Even though the darkness of the evening has not quite yet given into the coming dawn, the site of the hanging post instantly serves as a reminder of the reason you are here in the first place. You are a colonial soldier that was captured - along with a few of your fellow soldiers - during a foiled sneak attack on the British Army. You have been captured by the British and are sentenced to execution and you must escape from the cell before

The room looked sterile and the middle part of the room is surrounded by thick glass that separated it from the rest of the room. The darkness of the room, covered whatever it was beyond the thick glass. The room definitely gave a serious and dangerous feel to those who were in it. Everyone looked at us. I looked at the team of fleshies who immediately saluted me as a superior officer. I saluted back. "At ease gentlemen," I commanded, making the soldiers sit down in unison. I looked at Parker and waited for him to start his briefing.

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The house started to cave in. I was almost crushed by a piece of debris. “IT'S AN ALIEN INVASION!” says mom. ”RUN!” says dad. We get outside. The sky is filled with alien ships. We manage to steal one. “Wow, look at all the weapons in here”. I exclaimed. “Take one of each and try to fight some of them off”. I just take a big weapon. I fire the thing and it takes an entire 20 ships out. “ 20 down 100,080 to go,” I say to myself. But I only have 10 more rounds. I set it to rapid fire which is written in a weird way like it is all in symbols. I know that because all guns always have the 2nd switch for rapid fire.”Get in” says, dad. I climbed into the ship and we fired away. We soared through the skies and I kept tumbling and stumbling around. !@#%^$&)&%#(^ I heard through the intercom. It was probably an alien that didn’t realize we took their ship. The ship shakes around. “We are going to crash!!!” I shouted. Just then, we jolted back up. WOAH!! I cried. Then the entire ship went completely dark.