No Way
Back...
My past life is forever out
of my reach. Now it's just killing, killing, and killing. I hate it. As each day
passes, the darkness slowly crawls up my spine, and into my very soul. I feel
worthless, like I shouldn't be here. Specifically an experience I had a few
months ago, when I failed in protecting my only son, Kevin. I have been inside
this building for about three months now. It's been fortified, but I've learned
something, no place is safe, only safer. A couple people and I crossed paths
and we formed a group. There's this one guy, Chuck. My trust in him is
wavering. He thinks he's the supreme leader of the group, when actually, I'm
doing all the heavy lifting.
"Come on people, we got
to move before nightfall, you know what happens after dark." I stammer.
"No, we use the dark as
cover." blurted Chuck.
"You really think that's
a good idea? What about the risers, scavengers, the military, and strangers?!"
I argued.
"Don't talk to me like
that John, I lead, I make the rules." He calmly stated.
"You really think you're the leader? Who saved you countless times? I did.
Who kept your nephew safe for who knows how long? I did! I could have left you
to rot in that train car but I didn't so keep your mouth shut." I ranted.
That shut him up almost instantly. Unexpectedly, a riser lunged for Chuck and
tore the flesh from his neck, piece by piece. His screams echoed through the
streets. I ran over and stabbed the thing in the eye.
"He-help me,
please..." He whispered. My eyes darted left to right, up and down,
searching the wound. It was too deep to treat.
"I wish I could, but it's
too deep, I'm sorry..." I said in reply.
"The-then tell my nephew
goodbye." he requested as he drew his final breath to enter the cold void
known as death. I walked up to him and finished him off, so he wouldn't turn, I
know he wouldn't want that. As the sun set, I ran inside the safe house. While
walking to my bedroom, Chuck's nephew, Jake, walked in.
"Mr. Hunter? Where's my
uncle?"he asked in a worried tone. I didn't have time to answer because
somebody had shot through the door's window. The bullet whizzed past my head,
and hit Jake in the forehead.
"NOO!" I screamed. I
got out my gun and sighed heavily. When I looked over the window, It was a man
with a hoodie and black jeans. I quickly went down again. When I went up, he
shot again. It nearly hit me that time. I got up again and aimed the gun and
shot him in the kneecap. Five minutes later, he was tied up in an office chair.
"Who are you?!" I interrogated.
"I ain't sayin'
nuttin'." He replied in a scratchy voice. Suddenly, I heard banging on the
back door. A menacing grin came across my face as I got an idea.
"So I guess you'd rather
be fed to the risers then tell me who you are then? We can have that
arranged..." I threatened.
"Ok, ok, please, fine
I'll tell you! I was sent by a man named Robert!" He screeched.
"Of course you were, I
knew it!" I told myself.
I grabbed the man, opened the
back door and threw him out there, still tied up. The man was screaming outside
for about 20 seconds until his voice just faded away. Robert had found out
where my camp was. "Son of a b***h!" I kicked a trash can out of
anger.
I had to find supplies, ammo,
food, anything. I was going to Robert. The mall was just down the block and I
could scavenge a lot even though it's probably filled to the brim with risers.
I deduced that it would be worth it. I ran all the way there. Quietly but
quickly, I smashed the door to get inside. As I walked inside, I heard rustling
to the right of me. I walked over there and saw it. A horde of risers huddled
in a corner. I slipped past them, and got to the hunting store. Inside, I had
found 6 cases of ammo and a 14. Caliber rifle. Good enough, I thought. I
went to the food section and found 2 cans of soup, that was everything. During
my visit to the pharmacy, I dropped a bottle of peroxide and it made a horrible
crashing sound. I picked it up and ran for my life. As I ran for the exit, a
crowd of risers blocked my path, they growled at me and pursued for their prey.
Paralyzed with fear, I ran through the mall like a mad-man, knocking down
shelves and furniture as my legs carried me through the mall as fast as they could
muster. The room was running out and it happened. I was surrounded. My gun
smashed into one of their faces. This is it, I'm dead now, I thought to
myself.
"Hey, You!" A
mysterious voice shouted out. I looked over and saw my buddy, Jackson, here to
rescue me. He pulled a grenade out of his vest and pulled the pin. He threw it
into the crowd of undead and they blew up a split second later. I got up and
finished off the last few stragglers.
"Thanks, man. Don't know
what I would've done without 'ya." I replied. "I think I'm done here,
I'm gonna deal with Robert."
"Ooh, I wanna come, I'll
give you support with this." as he said this he pulled a sniper rifle of
his back.
"Ok then, It's
settled." I stated "Let's go kill a dictator."
We drove for about a day and made sure to be stealthy around the group's area.
We walked around the back and climbed the wall.
"This is where I leave
you, John. I'll give you support from up there." He pointed to a ladder
leading onto a roof. He climbed it and left. At the end of the alley, there was
a guard with an AK-47 in his hands. My hands flung around his neck and I asked
"Where's Robert?"
"H...He's in his
office!" He stammered.
My grip around his neck
tightened and he dropped to the ground.I limped onwards. I recognized the building
as Robert's office at once. There were signs all over it saying things like,
"keep out!" or "Do not Disturb!" As I was reading these
signs, two guards were walking in my direction. "Oh no..." I
whispered to myself. I dived behind a dumpster and they walked past without
noticing a thing. I crept up to the building and knocked.
"What is it!? Didn't you
read the signs!?" Robert said in his cold, cruel voice. As he opened the
door, my fist found his already broken nose. He stumbled back but did not fall.
My eyes darted to his left shoulder, and I wasn't shocked to see his arm
missing. Out of cowardice, he ran for the fire exit leading to the roof.
"HEY!" I screamed. I
ran after him. He was gonna die, no matter the cost. When I got on the roof, he
had the same expression as when he shot at me. A menacing, disgusted glare.
"Why Robert?" I calmly asked.
"I needed you, and you
just left me to die here." he replied.
"You almost shot me in
the back of the head!" I bellowed.
"I only did that to keep
you from leaving, but obviously that didn't work, now did it?" He answered
in his cold voice.
I ran at him enraged, but he
pushed me. I stumbled off the roof and grabbed the ledge of the building with
one hand.
"You should have listened
John! Now you're gonna pay!" He screeched as he stepped on my hand.
"Robert, you don't have
to do this!" I answered.
"Heh, come crawling back
now eh?" he replied.
As he said this, I formulated a plan.
"Time to die, John! Say
hi to your son for me!" he yelled in a crazed voice.
"I'm not comin' with
you..." I answered.
"What are you talking
about?" He questioned.
I reached for his ankle and
pulled. He fell off the roof.
"AAAAAAHHH!" he
screamed.
I looked down and saw him
crawling away from something. Drowning in his own blood again, that's what he
deserves. My head shifted right almost automatically and I saw 4 risers coming
towards Robert. They knelt down and grabbed his abdomen, they ripped it open,
they scarfed down his flesh.
"This is what it feels
like to be served a platter of s**t!" yelled Jackson. The sound of a
gunshot echoed through my ears with pride. My face broke into a smile,
surprising.
I pulled myself up with my last bit of strength and said "It's over, It's
finally over...
As I walked away with no vengeance in my heart, I chuckled. Nobody could come
back from that...
Not
Even Me…
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