Free The Day The Sun Fell From The Sky by Amelia Gold Page A

recovery operation because we are not trying to recover people or property. We are trying to recover stories and statistics.
    “You don’t find this work to be slightly depressing?” I ask Iv as more deaths are reported in the papers, though with a sick positive twist to them because these deaths are wanted and not something to be grieved about.
    “That depends. Would you prefer not to know?” She smiles kindly.
    “I think I would prefer to document it after it’s actually over.” I reply.
    “That doesn’t sound like a would-be reporter talking.” She laughs.
    “Maybe it’s because I’m too close to it.” I sigh.
    “It’s never going to leave you.” She says more seriously. “You are always going to be too close to it. But if we don’t do this, who will?”
    “If we ever have children, this isn’t what we would want them to learn about.” I shake my head. Then I remember that I will never be able to have any children.
    “This folder has everyt hing that I’ve collected about Venry reactions to the Aurora. Some of it might actually surprise you.” She smiles as she hands me a blue folder.
    As I flick through the folder, I come across reports of Venry civilians who have been arrested for helping the Knax in various ways like providing supplies or allowing them to hide at their residence. The most touching report is one about a public demonstration where Venry girls paraded through the main road of Hvin without clothes, recreating what they had seen from our selections in the snow.
    “I had no idea.” I smile.
    “One of the reporters from Uvana is here and she is the one who has captured most of these stories. She goes for stories that either the Venry media won’t report on or they’re not allowed to report on.” Iv tells me.
    “You forget.” I remark . “When you’re in captivity, you forget about the outside world. You forget that there are people out there who don’t think like that. You forget that there are people who actually don’t want this to happen.”
    “I think most people don’t really want this to happen.” She replies. “But they’re scared, Myc. They don’t know if they’re going to be next. They don’t know what’s going to happen to them if they try to help us.”
    I look at the photo of the reporter underneath the article that I am holding. This Uri reporter was fearless. She was not scared to show her face. She was not afraid to put herself in dangerous situations to get to the stories that no one else will write about.
    “That’s why we have to let them know.” Says Iv. “We have to tell them the whole story. That there are people out there like you. People who didn’t die. And there are people like Hash and I – who have seen way too many people die. Then there are people like Pav, who has killed way too many people, and now he doesn’t want to kill anymore. We need to let them know that it’s not just about numbers. It’s about people too.”

Rescue
    Hash and Pav come running into the morgue carrying an unconscious girl, who is dressed in a medical gown, between them. They are both soaking wet and it’s obvious that it has been raining outside.
    “Who’s this?” I ask them.
    “Another selected girl.” Iv tells me darkly.
    “She’s not…” I don’t believe it. He’s done it again. “Isn’t there a way to rescue someone without killing them first?”
    “There are. But this is the most convenient way to rescue someone.” Says the man who had refused to kill me when I asked him to back at the military base.
    “Don’t worry.” Says Pav. “I thought he was nuts at first as well but now I can see why he’s doing it.”
    “Cover her.” Hash says to Iv as he sets the girl down on a mat on the floor of our hidden room.
    Iv covers the girl with multiple sheets while Pav brings over a medical drip. Iv ties a small chord around the girl’s arm just beneath the elbow and Hash delivers the spike of the drip into her vein. The chord is then