With eyes strained and head shaking in disbelief, he turned slowly as his breathing became shorter and painfully sharpened, the scene repeated to the east and then north, jet streams sweeping across the sky as dogfights continued over Central Park. His mind seemed to swirl, panic beginning to possess his inner being as his head jerked from side to side in desperation. A gasp came from his lips as a wide flash erupted further north, a dull grey American jet disintegrating as burning debris and flames fell downwards into the city streets below, further eruptions as exclusive apartment blocks burned out of control along the park edges.
Rough hands grabbed his sodden shoulders and pushed him forwards, his partner’s breathless voice ringing in his ears as the older sergeant shouted in near panic, ‘Get control of yourself! We are leaving! Holland tunnel…run! It’s not far!’
He spun round once more as his colleague stumbled past, the man half dragging the female marine as she whimpered in shock, Davis turning away to stare back towards the south once more in rising fear. A jet of flame shot upwards from the streets, the nearest black helicopter shuddering as the explosion rocked its underbelly, the stunned pilot clawing at his controls as the craft spun round, beginning to lose control and spinning more dramatically before twisting round in the air, the police vessel turning sharply over onto its back before plummeting downwards onto fleeing civilians below, a wide fireball and acrid smoke surging outwards and into the air as further screams of terror rang out around him.
Davis glanced back up at the prominent tall glass building, rising high above the surrounding offices, shadowed figures running past, several knocking his shoulders as tears filled his eyes, thin wisped streams of green slime surging upwards briefly before falling around the structure. Several of the crude shells smacked against the sturdy sides of the memorial building, the detonations spattering green smouldering acid sideways and downwards towards the defenders.
A sob came from his lips as he considered the defending soldiers’ horrifying plight, another shuddered gasp as high powered mortar rounds fell around the structure, flashes reflecting off the glass building as the upper defenders opened fire, tracers sweeping southwards towards the advancing Morgons. Explosions from rockets rocked the higher stories, blinding dust and debris thrown from the structure, his mind mesmerised as bodies were seemingly tossed from the upper floors. The tall building seemed to shudder, explosions lighting up the lower building fronts on either side, flames surging upwards with billowing black clouds. Ferocious firing broke out in response, heavy machine guns rattling from high above as large calibre sniper shots echoed across the structures, distant chilling shrieks of anger filling the streets.
Then a sonic boom caused him to shudder as jets swept southwards along the Hudson, the two US pilots banking sharply to the west, his head turning instinctively as the shattering glass of building windows in the aircrafts’ wake showered fleeing people below from the structures. Distant screams of pain and agony filled his ears, a misted vision glimpsing the chasing black craft, guns belching flame and bright laser fire as they closed on the desperately fleeing US flyers.
Further shouts, his head shaking as he turned away, glimpsing his distant colleague gesturing to him frantically between running people, a dark pistol raised in one hand, the female marine retching on her knees next to the NYPD sergeant’s black uniform. Lunging forward, he coughed uncontrollably, behind double and vomiting further in rising panic as he struggled to remain upright, scraping and jarring his fingers and hands on the tarmac to thrust forward, pain shooting through his churning stomach and chest as he swallowed continuously, further screams filling his now more coherent and rapidly clearing senses.
Davis’s body began shaking in fright as he heard frantic shouts around him, heightened terrified screams in nearby streets, one nearby male voice seeming to break through the panic, ‘They are coming up through the manhole covers…fucking cutting people to pieces!’
Stumbling once more, he winced in pain as his ankle twisted, pushing himself upwards to struggle on, a hand rising to wipe the acidic vomit from his mouth, his head shaking and realising his other hand held his pistol, his emotions spinning in shock.
Lunging forward and away from the horrifying sights, his thoughts were spiralling, unable to focus on anything other than two terrifying notions…NYPD Officer Davis Michael’s beloved New York was falling and he realised through almost blinding emotional pain that his fiancé and mother were probably already dead.
Southern Boston, Eastern United States
US Marine Private First Class Rodrigues’s ears were ringing, blood running down his cheeks from the perforated eardrums, his body scrambling onto some rocks as he gasped, hands cut and bleeding, his uniform and body armour heavy and soaked. Gasping for breath, his eyes widened as he glimpsed the massive grey ship further west, the skyscrapers of Boston behind as the loud crunching sound wave swept towards him, his head jolting as a hand slapped his shoulder, his eyes widening upon recognising his saviour, the younger US Marine that had thrown him from the bridge of the aircraft carrier.
Rodrigues shouted loudly in distain, his ears still ringing as he pointed, ‘They have reached the inner harbour!’
The younger soaked Marine glanced round, staring in awe as he heard the cracking and squealing of metal, US Coastguard boats crumpling and being crushed beneath the immense bow, the Gerald R. Ford aircraft carrier powering through the makeshift barrier and into the harbour at full speed.
His eyes strained as he heard further loud cracks, other boats swept to one side or smashed beneath
