Sky sprinted down her street in her ripped blue jeans and loose white sweater. Survival was the only thing on her mind. Her dark brown ponytail swung from left to right, and the wind brought tears to her eyes. She had no idea where her parents were. The last time she had seen them they had been on their way out of the house. A few minutes later the attacks had started.
Three angels flew above the suburban houses with their great white wings. Every few minutes they would shout something in