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I loved her, but that didn’t’
matter, not anymore.. I raised my fathers gun paused for a second that
seemed like an hour, then I pulled the trigger. She dropped to the
ground, a hole in her head. My hand was shaking and my stomach hurt
now. The sight of her brains on the floor made me sick and the look in
her eyes. I could barley stand it. I put the gun to my head and pulled
the trigger
Chapter one. How it all started.
My name is Justin A smith. My full name is a joke devised by my
parents. Justin Author Smith, or as it sounds “just another smith” all
my friends called me Smitty or just, a name I did not mind. I was
normal size for a 15 year old, not very strong but I liked to fight. My
dad was my favorite person in my family, then my younger sister, eve .
I had 3 siblings a younger sister, a younger brother, named Dan and an
older brother named Jacob. My mom had died when my younger brother was
born. Her death was hard on all of us. My dad was a police officer
and worked long hours, so I had to watch everyone, because Jacob just
played games all day. I was the official babysitter.
My dad trusted me probably because iv earned his trust. I never did
drugs or had even a sip of beer in my life. I was never a bad kid, I
liked to fight, but I fought for good reasons, and my dad saw that, and
being the man that he is, he secretly approved of this behavior. He
often took me shooting to relieve my anger on the world; we shot
targets, and, after I got my hunters’ license, sometimes small game.
People are stupid, and it is this thinking that has lead me to have
very few friends. The few friends I had were awesome. I had john, and
Chris, ted, Jen, Rob, Ally, Ant and Jane. all great friends who
understood me. We went paintballing together, liked the same music,
and me john and ted all loved a sport known as parkour, getting from
point A to point B as fast as possible. We stuck up for each other and
it was as if we were a big family.
I can
see myself reading this and asking what gives, where is the romance,
there is always a girl, where is the storyline why are you just telling
us about you, who cares. But it’s all-important to understand. I was
just a regular kid before it all started. And there was a girl,
actually there were a few, it was very complicated because at 15 I was
unsure of what to do.
I was in love with
one of my best friends’ little sister, and it seemed wrong and I just
never really wanted to say anything. Teds younger sister, Julia was
perfect, she was also only 12. A friends younger sister, now I’m no
expert, but if it were my sister, id feel uncomfortable . Now while I
was secretly in love with her, I also had a crush on two other girls,
Chris’ sister, Nicole who was older and Jen. Chris’ sister knew and
said to me she loved me. I told her I loved her too, but I’m not so
sure that’s true. We dated secretly because we feared what Chris would
say, but really, I also feared what Julia would say. I felt wrong about
it. I loved Julia and that I knew, but I also knew I could never be
with her.
Now I need to ask do you believe in god?
I did before it all started, and sometimes I still do, but then I
think, why would all this happen. Why would god let it happen? It all
started when we were all together. It was a meeting for our paintball
squad, which we took very seriously despite it just being a game. It
was at teds house, and Chris’ older sister was also there, so I felt
really awkward. Luckily when we concentrate on paintball I can get my
mind of things. Paintball, and fighting came naturally to me. I’m not
just saying that. I really kicked ass.
That night
we decided to take a break from paintball and watch TV. we turned in on
and it was in the middle of some sort of emergency broadcast. It was
very broad and it did not have someone speaking it was scroll on the
bottom of the screen. The exact words were “ Attention, there is a
sickness going around that is considered highly dangerous and everyone
should stay indoors and avoid infected, this is for all areas” it was
short and badly written. We didn’t think much of it. As long as we
were safe going home we figured we would be good. We were terribly
mistaken.
That night I was driven home by Chris’
older sister, I thanked her more then once and got in the door. Dad was
not home, which was odd because it was his day off. I figured he must
be at the bar. My little siblings Eve and Dan were asleep already and
my older brother Jacob was playing some zombie killing game. As for me
I had homework to do. Before I started Jacob yelled in, “yo, dad wanted
you to call”
“What for?”
“Hell if I know, just do it”
I nodded and picked up the phone. When he answered he seemed tired
“Son, I might not be home tonight, did you see the emergency broadcast?”
“Yeah, dad, why? Is it bad?”
“Oh yes its very bad, listen to me, you’re the most responsible in that
house. If the sickness reaches you, don’t be afraid to defend the
house, it’s not a normal sickness. If you see an infected you’ll
know….and I want you to kill any that you see”
“Dad-“
“ no
there’s no time, just listen, you know how to shoot, you know how a gun
works, there is a gun in the draw by my bed, its loaded and ready to
go, bullet in the chamber and all, there are extra clips too….I love
you son”
I was speechless all I could say was a
faint “I love you too” and not even really register what I has said
until he hung up. I felt as if I was in the twilight zone. It felt
unreal. My dad told me to kill infected? What the hell was going on,
their sick but their still people…aren’t they? I was getting scared so
I did as my dad said.
In the drawer I found the
Glock 19, fully loaded 16 shots with the three extra clips of 15. I was
hopping I would not have to ever use them
