The Twelfth Plague Part One

Loss of a loved one

I woke up as i heard screaming downstairs, it was of my dad, and someone else. It dident sound right, but then i realized and ran down, it was a infection, it must have broke in while we where sleeping, i aimed my pistol and searched for the head of the infection, bam, it was gone, dead. My dad was bleeding, fast, i rushed to him and knealt at is side, "Dad ? What do i do?" "You take my ammo and leave me, its too late, The infection managed to get to me." "No" i said, it couldent be, Could it? "Im sorry, i should have known better, im nothing but dead now, if you dont shoot me i will become another infection, you dont have a choice." "But.." i said untill he inturrupted "No buts, shoot me now, make my death less painless. You dont have a choice. Now" "B-but, i l-love you, your my father, i cant!" "Do it now" He said i knew the conversion to the infected dident take too long so i took aim "I love you dad, but what will i do without you?" "You'll survive, for me. Alright?" "Alright. Im so sorry." "Shoot me." A single tear left my eye as i shot off my pistol, it was done, my dad was a goner. I knew something like this would happen, i couldent stop it, im on my own now, time to rise to the occasion and do what must be done i told myself to make myself feel better, and i sat down and slowly slipped into unconciosness.