Revolution of the Apocalypse

Chapter 16

I try to remember if I've seen this place before. My mind is completely blank right at the moment. Where have I seen this place before? in a dream? Or in reality? I look at the sign

"Brooksdale Ave."

When in my life have I been on Brooksdale Avenue? Maybe i lived here? Maybe I used to know someone who used to live on this street?

"Why does this place look familiar to me?" I questioned,

"I have no idea. I found this place when I ran away from home. My own parents didn't come looking for their baby. After all that I have done for them, I realized they didn't love me back" He said,

I just look at him, he has no one that appreciate's his company or companionship. Not one bit. What type of parents could completely isolate their own child from their life? My mother did, she left me and my father to rot in a small town, while she left with some guy she picked up and fled.

"I know how it feels like. My mother threw me and my father out of her life for a owner of a very popular casino in Las Vegas, I think it was? But I didn't need a mother by my side. Me and my dad told each other everything, secret or no secret." I confessed,

It was the truth, me and Dad talked to each other all of the time. I would tell him what went on at school, how I was making a macaroni drawing of me and him. And he would tell me what he did at his job. Sometimes it was boring, sometimes it wasn't. Either way, it made time go by faster, and it was better than doing nothing.

We continued to go down Brooksdale, and then I saw a very, and I mean very, familiar house. My mind flashed in scattered memories. I put my hand on my temple, trying to push the thought of remembering to the side.

"Well in that old house, that's where I live." He said, pointing to the house that gave me more memories. I blinked and tried deeply about the house.

He opened the window and climbed in, he held out his hand, which I gladly took and climbed in. I shut the window and look around. Everything looks super familiar. I tried to find the solution to the thoughts. I might need to look around the house a little bit to see for anything.

"Do you mind if I look around a bit?" I said,

"Yeah sure, make yourself useful, I'll make something for us to eat" He said, walking into a distant room.

I follow him and see things that a kitchen would normally have. A dirty stove, a sink with a pile of dishes inside, cabinets, and a couple of pictures. The man in the picture looks just like my father. I shrug it off and went into the next room, the Living Room. I stepped in and look at a broken TV screen, VHS tapes are scattered all over the floor, maybe those can give me a clue.

I pick one up and saw a girl with dark skin and a purple backpack and a monkey with red boots, one with colorful ponies, trains with faces and numbers on them, and a muscular man in blue and a girl with pink hair in a pink dress. These were the shows that i enjoyed watching in the morning before I went to school.

I go up a staircase and go to the first room I see. I opened it to see the color pink plastered everywhere. Everything is pink. Pink was my favorite color as a kid. A small bed that wasn't made, toys and dolls everywhere, closet door was open. I exited the pink room and went into the next door I see, a room of camoflauge green, closet, unmade bed. What the hell happened here?

After exploring the upstairs portion of the house, I came down and checked to find a door that lead to another room. I opened it and smelled something horrid. It smelt familiar too, the smell of Dead Flesh. I look and stopped to see a dead body, laying on the ground. It looks like it was there for a good few years. This man looks just like m-

"Hey I hope you like freshly cooked chicken I stole. Hey, you okay?" He said, coming from behind.

I didn't respond to him, I reached for my backpack and reached in to find something. I pulled out a thin sheet of paper that contained a picture. I look at it, then at the man.

Oh my god.