Alice heard the planes way before she saw them. But she did see them. Big great hunks of grey metal, roaring above the wind. "Run!" Alice shrieked at Jack. He did not need to be told twice. They rocketed through the rubble, jumping over fallen bricks and rocks.
"Where do we go?# Jack cried frantically, scanning the wreck.
"In that house!"
"But they'll search it and find us!"
"Maybe there's a basement! It doesn't matter, just get it!" She pushed him through the front door of the house with force and then leapt in herself. They staggered into the kitchen, looking for anywhere to hide. "In that door!" Jack yelled, and they dived in. Alice fell on her knees, skidding them against the hard floor of the basement and feeling hard scrapes rub into them.She could already feel the presence of other people. Alive. She looked up in horror-and then surprise. It was the same girl and boy. Irene. She didn't know the boy's name. They too had drawn breaths.
"Sorry if we scared you," Alice said uncertainly. "But the planes were chasing us. We led them off in another direction and then jumped in here. Have you found any more survivors?"