manannan
Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Tap, tap.
I wake up blearily to the sound of footsteps. "Huh? Whats going on?" I mumble enegebly.
The footsteps go on for a little while longer, I freeze, a chill spreading across my body, realizing that I have an intruder in my house.
I cautiously tip-toe to my door, peeking ot the crack in my bedroom door. The intruder was a rich looking man, in a trench coat. A gun, and a photo of me, lay in his hands and he was smiling, mumbling something about how this would be too easy.
The attempts at communication were failing. The plane had passed right on by the survivors without a thought to the unnatural amount of smoke. Jonathon sunk to his knees, sobbing and hopeless in the pale white sand.