Writing stories in a foreign language is harder than I expected. And please don't count the words (or grammar mistakes). [quote]The number ten appeared on the display of the detonator, as Dee pulled the trigger for the explosives in her backpack. She looked around, but there wasn’t a way out. A group of Cabals, a nasty alien race, surrounded her, each with a human-sized shield in their hand. The number on the detonator changed to nine. Dee’s target, a longish building on pillars, was only a few yards away. A few weeks ago, it was a place for politicians and citizens to meet and talk. But things changed. Eight. Another second had passed. The city was under attack and many had already fled or were dead. The enemy had occupied the building and transformed it into a command center for its quest of conquest. Seven. The military had already abandoned the city and left thousands of people behind. A few survivors, including Dee, hid in the city center. Eventually, the fights shifted to the outer districts and Dee’s group was able to move around again. Six. They had found guns and explosives in an abandoned military post and even though they had no military experience, a small part of the group decided to fight back the Cabal. Five. The Cabal had spotted Dee, after she had already planted two explosives at the foundation pillars of the command center. She didn’t even try to grab her weapon, because she knew, she had no chance in a firefight. She chose to run instead. Four. Without warning, a shot ripped the head of one Cabal apart. A split second later, another enemy was hit by a bullet. Dee knew in an instance what was happening around her and charged at the gap. Three. She slid off her backpack, threw it at one of the distracted creatures. Two. Dee ran as fast as she could. One. She jumped behind a small stone wall. Zero. An explosion shook the ground as the group of Cabal vanished in a giant fireball.[/quote]