I paused under a tree, lifting a hand to shade my eyes. A pointless gesture really as the helicopters in the distance didn't change colors. Black like vultures of doom, they flew in formation overhead. I couldn't help but shiver and step further back into the shadows of the tree. Black meant war. Three meant trouble. Trouble was coming, and I wanted nothing to do with it.
Silently I watched the three symbols of doom cross the clear skies heading into the sunset. There was no reason for them to be looking for me. Yet, I wondered. If I could see them, could they see me?
-Inspiration from seeing 3 black army like helicopters flying together towards sunset.
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