The end of the ground wars, And the stary of the fly saga

A flurry of thoughts went into my mind, as they ran rampid in my head the world felt as it had slowed down. "One bullet left and I can stop their tyranny. But who do I kill?" I aim the trigger shakily at them and remember who they are, my best friend and brother. I take a

breath & squeeze the trigger. Ka-ping! The bullet ricochets off of the car between them. "You missed!" hisses a voice through my earpiece. "Did you miss on purpose?" Did I? I don't know what to say. The street below is all screaming & chaos as I put my gun down. A helicopter hums

as I slowly descend the rope ladder down to the street. That is, to the bottom of the ladder and then falling ten feet to land on a VW Beetle that was currently parked in the way. Not my ideal situation but I’ve been through worse.

It was strange, the fall should’ve hurt. I should’ve felt something. I look below me at the blue vehicle; no damage. It was then that I realized, I was floating in mid air.

Ironic. It appears that cartoon logic has ruined me, because the number one rule is that you never, ever look down while midair. Even Minecraft teaches you not to dig straight down. But when I looked below, I gained the ability to fly. I looked all around me. And so did everyone.

Humanity finally freed from gravity's bond! Able to soar in the sky. At first we wondered "how" and "why", then we thought "why not?" and migrated south for the winter.