Rescued

The two could feel their hearts pounding in their chests, about to skip a beat as the thing moved gradually in through the smoke. Still undistinguishable to understand what it was. 

Just as their minds went into a frenzy, they heard gunshots outside, and tracers whizzed by the door. The creature screeched in a remarkably high-pitched uproar and dissolved back through the fog. 

Moments thereafter, they heard the sound of a man's voice and a radio echoing off. From the smoke appeared several people, dressed in what appeared to be a suit from a science-fiction movie.

They dashed in with their rifles pointing and shouted for everyone to stay down and remain calm.

One man maneuvered past the barricades of obstacles in the path and hollered. "Are you ok? Are you injured?"

They both shouted back, the fear shined within their cries. "Yes, we're ok, but we don't know where our friends are." 

The man grasped their biceps, and gave them a tug, and pulled them out through the smoking doorway while shouting for them to follow. They were rushed and loaded into a black helicopter, with jet turbines on both sides of itself. Inside the cabin was John and Sam, already covered up in blankets, with smiles on their faces.

They pulled inside of the cabin and allowed for the doors to shut behind, and the craft ascended into the air.

Everyone in curiousity went to the window ports and veered out to watch everything going on down below. Noticing the fighters and armored vehicles that moved through-out the roads, firing off their weapons. The tracer bullets flew down the streets at some creature, and neither of them could distinguish what the creature was. 

"Wow whatever that thing is, it's fast and doesn't seem too afraid of the soldiers" Sam said out loud. 

Bryan looked over to her and then put his concentration back to the ground action and replied. "Whatever it is. I don't want it fucking near me." 

John sat there studying his friends as the craft flew up and picked up speed.