The Fight

"We have to get out now!" I yelled at my team mate, while I looked at my dead comrade.
"Why?" my last team mate, Jim, asked in stupid response.
"Really, now Jim? We are about to die, well Brad already did, and your asking WHY! Do you not remember what happens because Brad hit that button? He called an airstrike! He was a TRATOR! We will die of an airstrike if we just stand here, if the sniper doesn't get us first! You are the last one I got, I am not losing you too. Even if you ask stupid questions that make me hate you," I yelled at my last team mate Jim.
"Ok, Debra! Gosh," Jim replied. We started to run toward the door, I turn just enough to look at the body. At the slight glimpse that I just risked my life for, I started to cry, he was my brother. I hear the planes take their first pass. I then push Jim into a room, hoping that our lives would live long enough to develop a plan. Turning to Jim I say,
"Listen to me we don't have long, is the hot air balloon ready?"
"Yes," He responds.
"Ok, good, our only chance is to run to it," I say.
"But, but that is dangerous," he says, obviously scared.
"I know, but it is our only chance," I say trying to comfort him. I hear the planes approaching again, a bullet whips past my shoulder.
"We have to go, NOW!" I yell. We start running toward the door again. The door is so near yet so far. I fell more bullets zip past us again. I start to take the lead on Jim, the adrenaline pumping through my veins pushing me on. I finally reach the door, grasping the cold metal handle I pull. The heavy wooden door swings open. I start to run from the house, disregarding were Jim was. I hear an explosion behind me. I am lifted off of my feet, the blast propelling upward, but also closer to the balloon. I guess I lost both of them now, I thought to myself, one to a sniper and one to a missile. I stood up, remembering all those who were lost in the fighting.

Debra brushed the sand from her shirt, took a last, sad look at the now burning house, and stepped into the hot air balloon.