I don't normally tend to write in first person, I much prefer third, but here's my attempt at improving myself in that particular area. For this short-story-thing, anyway.
The monster walks forward. It walks through what was once grassland towards what is now ice and sleet. It marches onwards, tearing away all in its path.
Shouts and cries are heard as people inside the warehouse toss themselves off to the side; the fire blowing out almost in recognition of the coming of their deaths. They want to escape the monster, for it is a monster, no longer an army, bearing no psychological resemblance to living, breathing humans. They must escape this monster, for there are few things which await them within it, and none of them are pleasant.
I am one of the smart ones. I, Michael, as well as one 'Jimmy' take the state of shock as an advantage. We rush in opposite directions; me toward the skylight, him toward the sewers. I begin climbing.
Everyone else does their own thing; I don't pay any heed.
Outside; some friends of ours. They seemed to have just arrived here, but are caught immediately by the 'monster'. Their bodies drop. Ten meters. Twenty. Thirty. Fifty. The bodies drop, and they hit the glassed earth of the once-grassland, happy to be released of the monster's containment.
The monster has employed reinforcements and summoned allies of its own, 'children'; of its own, to deal with this insurgence.
At first, the reinforcements, which they had acutely been named, waited.
Even still, to say that it wasn't that bad, that because the remaining four of us were able to try and escape was okay, would be to completely understate how dire of a situation this was. For you see, our fates are all in the palms of Lady Luck.
As my arms shake under the tension, the strain, of pulling my body up onto one of the boxes, I take a deep breath. I know I have to hurry, but there are many boxes. They are tedious, and they fatigue me.
Nevertheless, I persevere. I push past my limits, and reach the top. I notice that the skylight is open, allowing for the heavy snow and ice to shoot its way in. The snow is like hail, and it hits my head hard. I climb through the skylight, regardless, and find myself perched atop a building. Below is the 'monster', or the army, being issued orders by a man. He looks familiar, but I just think that I saw his face when running away.
I go prone, and edge my way to the side of the building. It is quiet.
And then a shout. People point in my direction. I push my body back, but it's not enough. Still in the radius of the explosion, I am blinded and my legs are rendered useless by the stun grenade they had thrown at me. My eyes tear, and I make do with what little I can see; which is nothing, really.
I don't know what to do. I am too high to jump off of the building and sneak past them, and I cannot go back in there; they'd see me.
It takes some time, but it hits me. I gather some of the snow and build myself a "snowman". I push him into the building, deliberately in front of my 'enemies'.
Just as I'd thought, the gullible bunch fall for it. They yell commands, and quickly let their boss know of how I 'foolhardily entered the building' again.
Now that they are focusing on that particular area, I go back to the edge of the building. I look down. It looks like it's at least fifteen feet.
Though, my legs are still numb.
Hmm.
I push myself off the building-- on the side that I cannot be seen from. As the wind blasts through my ears, I use my arms to try and bring my legs down so it seems as though I am standing.
CRACK!
I land on my feet. There is no pain; my legs are probably shattered, but the paralysis from the stun grenade leaves me painless.
On my stomach.
I pull myself forward through the snow. Ice enters my nose, but I ignore it.
I keep pulling myself, anyway. It takes forever, but I get around the army. As I get ready to roll myself down the hill, to roll myself to liberty, I am stopped by something interesting. I see Jimmy, but he doesn't seem to have exited where the sewer does.
I turn. 'Psst! Jimmy! Come on, we've made it! Let's go!'
This time, he turns toward me. He has an eerie smile. He snaps his fingers.
The army train themselves on me.