Her shrill scream cuts through the silent air, echoing off the walls of the Coliseum and filling the empty streets. My head flies up from watching my feet step along a faded yellow line and my eyes lock on my sister’s form a block ahead of me. A thick, black metallic cord is wrapped tightly around her famished body, lifting her high off the ground.
Time almost stops as a picture of her screaming face burns itself into my mind, and then speeds up in a rush as I take the first couple strides towards her in shock then break out in an immediate sprint to keep up with her.
“CHERYL!” I scream as my legs burn across the poorly paved road. Looking up high I spot the cause for this mayhem…a small fighter jet that belongs to the government flies high above my head, the cord being held in the hands of a man in a dark blue and gold jumpsuit. He yanks on the cord and Cheryl raises another foot in the air. She waves her arms, squealing.