Part One

The tank rolled past slowly, sending tremors through the earth. Normally, Marcus would be awoken by the tank driving past his house, but today, he pulled off the blankets and slipped out of bed. The clock showed that it was well after curfew, but Marcus was tired of this war. He slipped on his running shoes and crept down the hallway. The stairs were a sure way to wake up his parents so he went into the bathroom, slid open the door, and leapt out, landing on the awning of their porch below. Awkwardly, he slid/stumbled down the side and fell onto the grass. He saw the light turn on in his sister’s room, and in three seconds, her head was sticking out of the window and she was looking dead into his eyes.