Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
The noise was deafening, the explosions, the gunfire, the screaming, it all combined to create a wall of sound that hammered at her head like a physical blow. The warehouse she was hiding in had brick walls which were preventing the bullets from entering her hiding place, but the explosions?
She shivered as a particularly close explosion rattled the building, sending clouds of dust to fall from the ceiling, coating her once bright red hair in another layer of brown. Another layer of dirt that covered her and seemed to find its way into every nook and cranny of her clothing. She had never felt so dirty or so tired. She was tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of running from building to building, avoiding the bullets and bombs.
In the silence between explosions, she heard the door to the warehouse open and close. She stiffened and pressed her back to the brick wall, trying to blend in with the wall. The wall of noise came back up and she couldn’t tell if the person was getting closer or had left. She kept her breathing shallow and quiet, desperately willing herself to be invisible.
“Hello sweetheart,” said the rough voice from her left.
She froze, her heart beating so rapidly that she thought even he could hear it. Very slowly she turned her head to look at the voice. The man, if it was a man behind the decon suit, stood in the open, confident in his ability to handle any situation.
“You’re coming back with me. We have need of your … special talents.” Fear raced through her veins. She had heard about the experiments, about the “talents” that men like him had been looking for.
“No,” she said, bringing up her gun and firing two shots into the helmet. The body fell backward and remained still. She stood up and shook the dust off, her nictitating membrane covering her eye until the dust settled. “I will not be going with you.”
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