Suddenly, a TSA plane positioned beside us, as the plane fell lower to the right, then up and over. We all screamed in fear as the growling roars of the planes echoed through the sky.
But then, all of a sudden, the TSA plane was riddled with bullets which fire sprouted continuously from the plane, as it suddenly dropped down from our view.
*Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!*
Bullets sprayed like hoses through the air, as the clouds crumbled into the floating pieces from the zipping bullets. Roars of multiple jets surrounded the plane, as we suddenly shot up.
"How are we gonna get out of this?" Greg asked. "They just keep coming!"
"Well, the YMPA is here, but there is a reason why they're here though. I doubt it's to save us though," I said. "They apparently want us too, but I don't even think they even know I'm here."
