Apocalyptic Aftermath Chapter Two

A 19 year-old teen survives an apocalyptic event that wipes out the whole entire Eastern Hemisphere. Now it is almost winter and he must head South to the warmer climate in order to survive and find food. It'the Survival of the Fittest!

 

Apocalyptic Aftermath: Chapter Two

 

 

November 26, 2015 6:45 a.m.

            I lay there, frozen as I heard Father step closer and closer towards me. I had to come up with a plan, and fast! My right hand had automatically reached the automatic revolver and pulled it slowly from my belt, trying not to make any noise. I could now hear father crunching on the leaves with his boots about a few feet away from me. I closed my eyes and made no sudden movements.

            “I see ya, boy! I see ya,” Father shouted to me in a western accent.

            I shot my eyes wide open. I could now see Father standing over me. The man was tall and skinny and I could see his facial features more clearly in the rising sun. He had black hair with a hint of gray, fierce glowing green eyes below a pair of black shabby eyebrows, wore a goatee, and his nose stuck out like a bird’s. His face was dirty and scratched and he smelled of rotten cabbage and beer. I pointed my gun straight at him and Father laughed like a mad man.

            “I reckon that you never shot anyone in your life,” Father told me. True, I haven’t shot anyone in my life, thank goodness! Although, I was a good sharp shooter. Ever since I was thirteen, my dad would take me to the rifle range a few miles outside of town and we would practice shooting rifles. We would also sign-up for a bunch of tournaments. This was a sport my dad and I enjoyed together. As I progressed, I was one of the best and youngest sharp shooters around town! Thinking of dad made me miss him and the rest of my family.

            ‘Why did I have to live through this crisis? Why them?’

            I realized that I was showing fear in my face and tried to swipe it off and replace it with seriousness and determination.

            “I’ll do anything to save my butt,” I told Father still holding the gun in my outstretched hand.

            “It’s the survival of the fittest, boy,” Father told me quietly, almost threatening.

            Suddenly, as fast as a flash of lightening, even before I expected it, Father pulled out a sharp hunter’s knife and lunged on top of me. I felt a sharp excruciating pain in my left shoulder and I screamed. I quickly gathered in my surrounds on what was happening. Father was on top of me, the strong smell of rotten cabbage and beer filling my nostrils. I glanced toward my left shoulder and saw the hunter’s knife sticking out of my shoulder which would explain the pain. Sharp pain shot through my shoulder again as Father pulled the knife out of it. Father raised the now bloodstained hunter’s knife above his head to strike at my heart. I reached for the revolver, Father was bringing the knife down to my heart in a stabbing position, and BANG! Father dropped the knife and it landed by my side with a thud!

            I looked up at Father who had a surprised look on his face. Dark red blood streamed down Father’s face from his forehead. I had shot him right in the head, bull’s eye! Father then fell right on top of me, I quickly gathered all of my strength, and pushed the dead body off of me as my left shoulder screamed of the pain. Father lied their on the ground among the leaves and the burnt logs. His arms lay spread out on either side of him, his legs were bent slightly behind his back, one in front of the other, and his head was on its side facing the ground. Blood streamed from his forehead, down his face, and started creating tiny pools on the ground. What freaked me out the most were his eyes. His eyes were wide open with shock and surprise. I could have shut them for him, but his blood ran all over his face, in fear of touching his blood I might get really sick and die. I must be sanitary as possible. I slowly stood up and kept the revolver in my hand by my side.

            “Oskar? Are you okay?” I heard Mother sneak up behind me.

            “Aaaaaahhhhhh,” the little girl screamed as she came up from behind her mother and spotted her father lying dead on the ground.

            Mother spotted me and yelled, “What have you done to my husband?”

            I stood in fear and looked to see Yong Guy, Young Gal, and Old Man come up behind Mother. I gathered up my courage, turned, and ran towards my campsite.

            “Get him! Don’t let him get away,” I heard Mother yell behind me. I turned my head to glance over to see who was after me and saw Young Guy sprinting at a fast pace toward me, with a gun in his hand, and pointing it straight at me. I picked up my pace to a sprint, almost tripping here and there from a fallen tree or a tree branch. BANG! BANG!

I ducked my head and two bullets that had escaped from Young Guy’s gun flew over my head just inches away from their target. I kept sprinting on to my campsite. When I finally got there, I quickly picked up my backpack and kept on running towards the road. There is no point on trying to wheel the shopping cart with me; it will only slow me down. I heard three more gun shots behind me, but they had ended up missing me as I turned and zigzagged behind trees that were still standing. I got to the road and ran across it diagonally and back into the other side of the woods. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me as I climbed up a steep hill. I could still here Young Guy crunching on the leaves behind me as he ran.

            As I climbed further and further up the hill, it started to become less and less steeper. BANG! BANG! I dodged the bullets as I ran in zigzag formations. All of a sudden, I stopped myself on the edge of a 35 foot steep cliff. I looked around the cliff stretched for my miles, both on my right and left hand sides. I glanced down below me and saw a loud rushing river which was full of rapids, was heading southward. The river had to be at least about 20 feet wide. I quickly stole a glance behind me and saw Young Guy catching up to me.

            Noticing what I might do, Young Guy hollered at me, “Don’t you dare!”

Young Guy pointed his gun straight at me. I took a cautious step forward towards the cliff. I had no choice, it was; get shot, killed, and eaten for supper, or jump off a 35 foot cliff into a rushing river. You could probably guess what I did. I quickly closed my eyes, held my breath, held my nose, and leapt off the cliff.