The time travelers are given long range rifles, similar to those of their own time. They are placed between guards who have strict orders to shoot them if they try to escape. Our friends are too terrified to speak. Every moment must count, and every bit of energy must be concentrated on the task of shooting instead of being shot.
The days pass thusly, endlessly. Then, suddenly one day, in the midst of the fighting, something happens which gives our friends the chance they need. Suddenly without any waning, at the height of the shooting, the earth begins to shake violently beneath their feet. Just as suddenly, the sun, which has been spreading its golden rays of light and heat freely upon the fighters, stops and becomes as black as Kerry’s hair. Nobody can see anything.
"What th--" yell several people all at once.
"This is our chance, guys!" whispers Walt to the other two, as he knocks out the guard at his side with a mighty blow. The other two take their cue from him, and soon our friends are running wildly down the hillside. They run arm in arm in order to avoid getting lost.
The sound of the flying bullets and flashing lasers continues behind them as the enemies, determined not to loose any advantage, keep shooting in the dark. This makes it difficult to talk and be heard. But each of our friends, in his own way, offers a praise to his God for this strange rescue.
In the darkness they often run into trees and other obstacles, or stub their toes on the rocks, but they pay no attention to their bumps and bruises. They are obsessed with one thought--escape.
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