Sean looked over his shoulder.
Just behind them, the soldiers pushed back the wet and wary crowds. The wall was near and closing, causing a panic.
“Are we going to make it?” Jasmine asked.
Before he could answer, a guard waved them through.
They’d get on, but it would be tight.
The car parked, Sean and Jasmine went to the observation deck. They heard guns firing, then yelling. The guards had been overrun. People were racing to the ferry.
The mighty ship lurched forward violently.
Sean looked out, watching in horror as the flames ate all.
They had made it.
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