Kerrie had been paddling for quite some time. Hours passed, the current moving against her. The distance they made did not seem like much, but it was just enough. The rain had stopped, the grey clouds still overhead. Kerrie took a break and sat against the edge of the liferaft with Sandy and stared at the cruise, no longer looking up.


    It was then the fighter jet came roaring across the ocean and curved away, explosions jumping across the ship like fireworks. Their faces lit up as each missile hit. They watched the ship sink.


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    It was nearly night. The sinking ship had sent a current that carried them away. But Kerrie was starting to believe this was where they would die. At least we tried. She fell asleep from exhaustion, her body sprawled next to Sandy.


    She awoke the next morning, Sandy looking up at her. She heard a motor and saw a smaller boat emerging from the wall of fog. The belly of the boat skidded across the waves and slowed at the liferaft. Kerrie looked at the soldiers, tired and starving. Their faces were as uninviting as the steel ships they came from. They held assault rifles, black like the creatures that sunk to the bottom of the sea.


    From one monster to another. I wonder what they''ll do with us.