Max , per usual , had an idea of the sort of war the states were in the middle of. Similar things happend back in the. . 60's, was it? Who knows , max never paid attention in history. Boring old men.
But one thing that always stuck with him?
' history repeats. '
Sure , he always thought it was some sort of dumb rule that made kids *want* to study history , but when max saw the orange sky , a color that wasn't natural- an orange that wasn't like the sunsets he'd view with his friends , or the orange of the sun when the day was to hot to even move, No .. that orange was man made.
And the ear piercing sirens only added onto the fact of what was happening. An air raid.
Panic overcame Max's short stature , he could've sworn he heard david shout something- but his ears ached from the sirens , and his mind went into panic mode.
So .. as any reasonable person would do .. he ran away. Max dashed away from the group , toward the tents , and into his shared space with neil. Nabbing his blue backpack , he heard the screams of the other kids ..
Max shook at the thought of the mess hall falling , collapsing like a lincoln log cabin. cowering under his cot , the chaos causer clung to his bag like it was the last thing he had in the world.
