Precious Metals

The whole wall was shaken, metal pieces falling off. I nearly jumped halfway down the ladder. There wasn't any access to the other Towers from the top, just in case if one was ever taken over. People were standing in the streets, watching. Adrenaline flushed through my veins. My heart was hammering in my chest. Shit. This is bad. Really really bad. I pushed my way through crowds, grabbing random onlookers by the collar and shoving them out of the way.

"Hey what the hell!"

I ignored them. Shit was going down at One. It sounded like metal was being bent and broken. Jesus Christ. It sounds like the wall is going to collapse!

"Hey Frank! Wait up!" Jamia ran up beside me, loading her pistol as we raced to Tower One.

She was another one of the guards on Tower Five. A smart girl who could hit a target miles away. "You have any idea what the fuck is going on?" I breathed out between pants.

Jamia shook her head. "Not a clue. It just got radioed in and that's just it. You?"

"Same."

We neared the ladder to Tower One. Jamia was sweating. The commotion on the wall was insane. Screams. Gunshots. All Hell was awaiting us at the top. We stood there for a second.

"Shit.... This is fucked." She muttered. Her face showed it all she was just as scared as the people back in the crowds.

"Uh.... Ladies first?" I asked, shrugging.

Jamia scowled. "Hell no."

I grabbed onto the steel bars and climbed up. It felt like it was vibrating, swaying beneath me. I climbed the last rung and stepped onto the base, Jamia following apprehensively.

Fuck. They're everywhere.... Blood was sprayed, slicking almost every surface. I quickly ducked into their tower's main shelter. It was trashed, wiring and jagged metal sticking out. Literally half of the structure was hanging off, dangled off the side. That's probably what that big sound was. All sound outside ceased. Fuck... Where the hell are the others!?

A hand rested on my shoulder. It was Jamia. I whirled around to face her, readying my hand gun. "We should probably get moving."

She nodded, blood drained from her face. I raised a finger to my lips, motioning for her to be quiet as we left the shelter.

Notes

Second update in one day, that's a new record. Please, remember to comment! It really helps. Okay, so this was a start in the rising action, so what do you think? What's your opinion on Jamia? Cool or what? I might do another update tomorrow, so just be patient! I know a lot of people get kinda nervous whenever someone brings Jamia into a Frerard story (or at least I do) because she usually tends to fuck things up a bit. And she puts a dent (most of the time) in Gerard's and Frank's relationship. Is the feeling mutual or is it just me?

Also, before I forget, please read my other story, 'Broken Hearts Can't Be Fixed?'