Awake

The hour. An hour later Kennedy awakened suddenly, sweating profusely. An hour had passed since a mysterious force had put him to sleep. An hour since he lost his temper.

An hour has passed since the dusty streets of Rachel, Nevada in the dark .

Kennedy drives, knowing little about his journey, on the long road he travels. Her thoughts troubled her. Too many questions, not enough answers.

All that was clear was the voice that called him. He had called her by name ... now she was a helpless slave, determined to seek out her. It drove him like an invisible, unstoppable army. Fear gripped her stomach, twisted it into painful knots, but the endless longing to understand the reality kept her foot on the accelerator of her dark black Camaro.

Kennedy turned sharply, only guided by the natural drive. His eyes caught the road sign for a flash . Highway Highway. Why are you leading me here? Wondering in anger. It puts me on blocked roads ... here's the thanks to Groom Lake. Her heart was pounding in her chest. He threatened to interrupt his ribs, while sweat rolled down his long, twisted locks of hair. Swallowing hard, Kennedy pressed the accelerator. The metal touched the metal while pressing it all the thanks to the ground board. He should have found Him.

He had called her by name.

Search years. Years of pain. Years of pleading with the sky to offer him answers. He turns his soul to the very longing ... the answers he needs. Finally, the decision came. Nothing could stop him from answering Him, not even the negative consequences of entering Area 51.

Kennedy licked his lips and pressed the wheel as he approached the large signs that strongly warned him to urge back on target . He wasn't entirely sure what he would do when he arrived, but he knew that if he went back now he would regret the choice for the remainder of his life. The dusty road quickly went downhill, swaying as he wandered off the sticky roads. Kennedy flew past another sign; he was near there.

He couldn't determine why he wasn't met by the military, why there have been no guns, no lights, no resistance. Despite his confusion, he continued. Everything would change and therefore the military wouldn't be the littlest of his worries.

A metal gate appeared and quickly approached ... approached ... approached. Kennedy tightened all the muscles in his body and struggled to stay his eyes open as Camaro entered through the gate, opening it wide. He was where he needed to be. He slammed on the brakes, violently stimulated dust and stones as Camaro screamed.

Hitting the gear shifter within the park, Kennedy opened the door and ran toward the doorway . He walked without looking back; the car is open, the keys are within the car, the door is open. There was no time to waste, no return.

Without warning, a glowing glow of silver-purple light illuminated the dark sky. When it had been finished, it glistened like many diamonds. Kennedy continued through the arid desert. Dust in his tracks filled his nostrils, overpowering his senses. The dry posture covered his tongue, but now wasn't the time to stress about his physical discomfort.

Also, his mind shot at the security of Area 51. He was close to be challenged. it had been absurd. Why is that this so easy? he thought urgently.

After a flash you discover out why.

Men were standing near the door. Men are armed… and lots of of them. They were vigilant, able to block any unauthorized persons from entering. As Kennedy ran past them, he saw that they were beautiful pictures, frozen in their place. Terrified and confused, he considered standing still, but just for a flash . Driving kept him going.

Kennedy was in fine condition , but he was never an athlete. He covered what seemed like a mile, maybe even more, as his muscles burned and his chest tightened. the heart beat of life was very high, his breathing was difficult and his airway was threatening to shut . Asthma. He had asthma, and through his journey, during a psychological state , he had left his life-saving inhaler behind.

She panicked as she arrived.

Staggering, struggling to breathe through his lungs, Kennedy saw a white-and-silver building buried within the center of the world . Could it's a spacecraft hidden therein crater? He staggered closer, right down to what he thought was a spaceship, wondering if he would live long enough to seek out answers. He needed them. He hoped he hadn’t defended his fate for one minute of indifference.

He narrowed his eyes when he saw the mud flowing from the ark. This thing wasn't really watery, but it wasn't solid either. it's great and is gelatinous, but perfectly smooth. Serene absolutely. It illuminated the splendor of the blue silver. Kennedy's sneezing became more intense as his heartbeat drew him closer to fainting. This was it. He was getting to die. He had failed himself. He had failed Him.

Kennedy fell, a couple of meters faraway from the sunshine object and stretched his hand, hoping to speak . It smiled. Humble him often singing the essence of his being, singing to his blood. Something that story spoke to her during a way she had never experienced before. He struggled hard to succeed in it, but just a flash before his hand was weighed down by the land , dust rising up around its place of defeat. She wanted to cry, but she used all her strength to undertake to breathe. He failed…

His battered eyes closed and his road was closed. within the dark, his consolation was a mild whisper of bright plasma. He continued to sing to her as she made her thanks to the abyss.

A moment passed when he heard three high beeps coming from space, followed by alittle noise. Kennedy was just healthy enough to force his eyes to open and saw the green light from the work. It poured into his body, covered him. He wasn't sure what was happening