Young Writers Society

She looked around for windows, and found one on either side. Both of those just showed the transport parked next to the one they were on. That wasn’t going to help them do anything expect  keep an eye on the transports on either side. She directed Harry and Kate to stay on those two. 

The final window that was inside the cargo hold area was a window that was right at the front. It looked out towards the driver’s cabin and the front windshield. She couldn’t make out any of the details of the cabin from there, the window was too grimy to notice more than just a control are and lots of gauges she couldn’t recognize. It did however give here was a decent view of the other transports parked in front of them, four in total, and the six on the back of the warehouse.

She pointed out of that window and gestured to herself, indicating that she would be the one that paid attention to what went on, on those two sides. She gestured for Ryan and Daisy to watch the back, to make sure that no aliens could accidentally sneak up on them. The two of them proceeded to take up positions on either side, making sure that they could see out without the chance of anyone seeing a random head popping out the back of a transport. Once she was sure they were also settled, Aria settled herself down as she figured out the best way to look out the window without being too uncomfortable. The next part would just involve a lot of waiting.

A few minutes of waiting later, she felt someone frantically tapping her and she turned sharply. It was Daisy, who was pointing towards the left, eyes wide. Aria’s blood ran cold yet again that day. She directed everyone to quickly dive behind the crates. It was the only option that they had. Aria held her breath. She could hear footsteps coming up towards them now, slowly getting louder and louder. It didn’t look like they were stopping. That was a good sign. If they were just walking by, that meant they wouldn’t be checking inside the transports.

The next two minutes were probably the longest of Aria’s life. She’d chosen to hide at the very front of the wall of chests, so that she could look out for whenever the aliens passed by. And now as she slowly looked out through a tiny crack between two chests, all she could hear were slowly approaching footsteps. 

An alien slowly came into view, someone just casually walking behind the row of transports, making a rhythmic clicking noise that might as well have been some sort of song. It would have been strangely familiar if it wasn’t for the fact that, if either of them were seen, they would be staring at certain death. Luckily, her theory from earlier was correct. 

The man kept walking without stopping and soon the sounds of footsteps began to fade before eventually they could no longer hear them. Aria was finally able to release the breath she’d been holding in.

With that out of the way, she shakily gestured for everyone to get back to where they’d been earlier and before long it was back to the waiting game. From her vantage point, she could now see the sky outside beginning to get lighter. They were fast running out of darkness. At this rate, it may be too late for them to use the darkness to their advantage and disappear once outside the camp. Time was starting to run out and they couldn't even do anything about it.