Plan In Ruin

**ANTONY SANTOS**.

Noise.

Incessant ringing at the back of my ear.

Louder than a bell ringing.

More annoying than an alarm clock on a Monday morning.

It won't stop. It won't go down. It won't go away. Shit.

My eyes fluttered open on their own accord.

Shit.

A massive puff of smoke hit my lids, forcing them to shut back.

I got thrown off balance by the wind or smoke.

Maybe both.

What the hell happened?

I heard a groan.

Tracy Shit.

I forced my eyes open again, desperately trying to locate her in this sand storm or whirlwind.

"Tracy."

I croaked, coughing. Something hit hard against the back of my throat, I coughed harder trying to get my voice back

"Tracy"

I croaked harder. I could hear her moan in pain, but my sight was poor. I couldn't see anything. No damn thing.

I heard the first and second explosion before ours went out.

They knew exactly what they were doing. They knew that we'd make a run for it, but they couldn't calc