Page 1, Week 2,001 Date: 7/ 3 / 2099
Have you ever woke up, lifted your eyelids and had to cover your eyes because you know that your pupils were still dilated and if you let the light slip into you so suddenly, your eyes would hurt? Well we have to cover our eyes also… it’s not of dilated eyes, that we hidden our face before we can let our eyes see, but this is because the destruction, chaos and infection that we let our eyes consume, is so direly ghastly that if we let our brain try to comprehend it all at without a review of what has happen in the last 5.482191 years we would go in to shock.
Yea, our world is dead, infected with parasitic animalistic organisms that happily proclaim to be the cruelest thing on earth. Aimlessly roaming their dead land. Lost all minuscule ounce of control, they became derange and diluted with sin. Disturb men walk past me groaning threatening animal sounds… We come to this conclusion; for men that would kill their only daughters are truly forgotten by God. So When I wake up and see what has happened to the world; I shed one tear for each day I live…. I curse myself as the tear slides down my cheek, and wish my death, for I know that the current state that my world is in is solely my fault… I killed my world.
“Hey Joe check out the balls on this one. Caught him sleeping in the middle of the street” Hank said sliding his still bloody and slightly swollen hands from beating the contorted thing, into his pockets. Hank walking towards it said “It’s not one of them, I can still tell, even through the violent coloring you did with those hands. Ha Ha! Ask it if has a name and if it’s tough enough, tell it, that it can come with us.”
That’s all he said as he walked off, back to the white shipping truck. “Where is the it that you are going?” I asked. Joe, he looked taken back by this question “Hank said if you were tough enough” Joe said Dryly
“So how do we determine that?” I said still spiting out the, what seemed like gallons of blood pouring out my mouth. “Well” his face cringed as he cracked his knuckles “Hey! If you to- (As I spat out more of my blood) If you touch me I’ll break both of your hands! I’ll snap them like twigs! And laugh as your unsuccessfully try to pry open that jeep with two broken hands” “Alright! You’re in! Hey! Hank!” He yells “His Petty tough!” “Good” Hank said in a satisfied voice.
I just noticed how badly it gotten and still I was alive. Not a miracle, but a curse. The lucky ones got killed. But this new group gives me hope. But don’t know them so I’ll play dumb.
“I see Joe got that one” I act like I didn’t notice the man creeping behind me so I jumped. I looked over to see what this short man was talking about and saw Joe shooting a group of them, with what seemed like a sawed off, double barrel,12 gauge, pumper. One shot and diseased flesh was everywhere. Only one remained trying to limp out of the lumpy goo that in was in. Then Joe simply grabbed its head and twisted it round. It let out a short bursting scream of course, but was then silent forever. After that, he got on is knees and prayed for the dead souls. Which was useless since their soul are long gone from the earth. Leaving the aggressive flesh to ran rampage among this land. “He always was religious” the man said as he pulled out a small precision hand held. Nun of us killed before it happened… well, with the exception of Hank. But, that was an accident.” “Killing is killing”, I said, “When you look down and see the horrid deed you committed. One of the scarcest commandments, and you broke it. You feel pure-”
“Whoa, what are you talking about? Hank ran over a dog. But you’re right killing is killing so I guess it still counts. Hey come with me I’ll give you the run down” He said that a started to walk to the truck. I walked with him; I looked back once and saw Joe digging in the tattered remains of a once beloved home. I was happy that I decided not to powder his hands, because God knows I could. At that moment, I decided to like this group. As turned around I so greeted by an ear screeching blast. Knocking me out cold; but lucky the ground woke me up. This was a normal occurrence with me so I knew better then to look towards the blast. Instead I looked at my new friends to see if they were able to fight, and for the real attack that would probably come from our behind. I saw Joe and the small man staggering in the dust I seemed to be more equipped for this because it took them and few precious seconds to recover; which in those seconds they could have been easily killed. At this point I knew what to do; I had several days to plan it. Everything must have been done keenly and quickly or we would all die. So I faded into the dirt and dust, I knew the newcomers only had seconds to live. I hid on the wall floor; 1, 2, 3, 4, here we go rubbed my hands and, 5! And it was and quick end, as I turned chopped his throat to repress any air that the sound could travel through. Almost immediately I pulled his hair back and wedged my knife into his throat I knew it would cut for I had sharpened it for weeks. Then I hit the back if the head to knock him out; he would die in his sleep. I was silent and fast, deadly words when combined, I didn’t let his gun drop, nor him; instead I grabbed his hair and ease him down into his dirt grave. And left his gun with him for it would only slow him down. I knew there would be five, and in exactly 3 seconds I would kill two more. Running fast but silent, I almost felt as if I melted into wind, turning the corner low bracing for impact that could kill me; I smashed the button, and boom went the blast. The attackers were mystified, this was not an advantage, and in 5 second they would start randomly shooting. But in less time they would find me. I turned the last corner into the street started out into a sprint but was abruptly stopped by gun’s borrow in his hand. This was a miscalculation, I didn’t move I didn’t think, I simply pulled my knife out and pointed it towards his throat. His friend was behind him. I was sorry he had to watch his friend murdered; by the person destined to kill him. It was sad but it had to be done. I caught the man off guard, he flinched for a second and that’s all I took for the knife to fatally touch him. He fell, and didn’t get up. It was the time to end this. “HEY!!! YOU THINKYOU CAN KILL MY FRIENDS… MY BROTHER AND LIVE? The man bellowed as disobedient tears fell from his eyes. NO! NO!” he looked away as if he just realized what he has lost. I replied “Yes, I do. And I’m sorry but I must die. Don’t put up a fight it will be done swiftly. This seemed to get him confidents, he said “I’ll kill you with my brother’s gun” I said “You can’t I’m cursed to live”, and with that he squeezed the trigger, he did it again, and then a third time. He look down at the weapon he had put his trust in, when his gaze returned to me the riddle was clear as, I dropped the bullets into the dirt. I told him to relax that it’ll be alright; and ended this thing. As the blood spilled and I walked away, nature did nothing and I left.
Despite the fact that my ears were bleeding and, I estimated I suffered some head trauma I recalled through inference that our attackers were from the G.H.O., no one really knows why they are called that. I could tell by the wind formation they scooter, it’s and bomb were you lock on the target and the bomb scoots until it hits and blows its target away.
