A Changed World

Hitting the floor

The government has fallen and is now hitting the floor. The streets where filled with sounds of terror and explosions. Tommy woke up upon the second day in the darkened room. There was no light except and erie glow that shined beneath the door Tommy slowly pushed the door open pointing his gun mid-height of the door. In a quick jerking motion he pushed it open and no one stood before him. He was worried where his dad might be. The floor talked with every step he took on the marred up old wood floor. The old wooden stairs seemed like a giant now standing before him, tommy had no idea if it was possible to climb them without tearing the flesh of his leg far open. He placed the gun in his pocket and gripped the railings along the sides of the steps and pushed hard down with his good leg to keep himself stable. Every step shot a pain through his leg and made him quiver in shock.
When Tommy finally reached the top of the stairs he looked around and limped about the house searching for his father. He looked out the front window, where he could see through the window, into the porch, and out another window to the street. In the middle of the street lay the boy. Crows and birds munched on the rotting body of the poor fellow. In a massive feels no of guilt relying on adrenaline he stroll outside pitched up a river rock and wailed it at the feathered scavengers. The stone missed but it was enough to scare the birds. Tommy walked to the body picked it up and threw it over his shoulders. The stench burned his nose and made him cry and gag. He opened the gate and stumbled on the torn leg as he brought the teen to the lawn. Tommy walked to the garage then and found a shovel and dug deep into the dirt. The hole he dug in three hours was two feet deep by two feet wide by six feet long. Tommy dropped the kid in and filled it. He nailed the kids license to a cross and pounded it into the soft mud at the head of the grave.
Though he was worried of his father Tommy had no choice but to sleep again as night fell tomorrow he would go to a small clinic in the country and take their medicine for his leg and God knows where his father was. He could only pray.