Kill Zone

June 25 2018 4:53 pm

"They can't be that close can they?'' She asked, calculating the distance that our radar detected with my scanning of the area. They we’re usually pretty noticeable, wearing a black fancy ninja suit in forty degrees weather, all the ones who go out either to kill or to recruit others we’re built like body builders, and all wore a red bandannas around their left arm.

Revs were just normal human beings, they didn't have any super powers or magic, they watched TV and ate pizza, normal. The only thing that made them so inhumanly different from every other person on the run was the side of the revolution they had chosen to stand.

Millions of civilized people who had jobs and families before all of this had decided to join a group of torturing destructive revolutionist who wanted to take charge of the world. Their planet was dying, they all knew their ending an it’s killer was well known as the strongest of them all, they made it happen  by destroying its riches’ and over populating its earth. The horrible part about it was that it actually worked. They started with the White House. One thousand and eight hundred well trusted people, with high class jobs who they’d trust the life of the governor with, decided to take it upon themselves to fix the problem. Let’s give no chance to anyone else and add the Russian government into this black hole, this move made every army and government that were left to fight for their lives worthless. They were desperately hopeless when the Chinese decided to join the party.
A little more than half of the world was now laying down, their final breath hovering in the last of this worlds air combined together, their soul watching over the last of their peers, their loved ones, the people they gave their lives for so others could make everything better, so their last breath would have a meaning. Some joined the revs because they didn't want to die, obvious reason, but some choose that the cost of death would be tremendously better than to live in this now horrible world and answered the well-known first question with a no: Do you want to live in this world?

''I don't know.'' Jakob replied as they turned the corner of their street and saw five revs a hundred or so feet away from them. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He jumped, his reflex kicking in and pushing her back behind a tree to take cover. Maybe they hadn’t seen them, maybe they did. The rev’s presence here wasn’t explainable, the whole city looked vacant except for them and their neighbors, no sound would ever been heard and no shadow would be seen. Their neighbors almost never went out except if they really needed something compared to them, they had never seen escapers from the revolution pass through the town.

''Shit!'' She breathed silently instead of in her thoughts. There goes going back home. The revs were searching house to house, they had passed these streets years before, looking for any men, women or children who would have found refuge in their homes or even other people’s homes. They couldn’t go back, the revs would eventually arrive at their house and would conclude someone was living there then search the area. They had no time, they’ll have to get away as fast as they could.

''We'll go through the back yards, the trees will give us cover, we'll get to Glen and Jenna's house and go in from the back door.'' he said placing five arrows on his crossbow, it was an automatic reloader, found by his dad before they ran off together and his parents answered the first question, giving them enough time to catch a train, jumping into a waggon at the end with boxes and tarps within them to hide.

She knew his next words of action we’re coming, she accepted them…they had to survive. ''Let’s go.''

“And I would run five hundred miles, and I would run five hundred more.” This song was going through her head every freakin time she run. No escaping it, no running it out of her head, it was ironic in a way, because it was her and Jakob, always running one after the other.

Hiding behind every tree they could, always keeping the trees between them and the revs. Technique was key to survive, if ever they we’re to step out into eye sight the rev would open fire with taser launchers. They never used their real guns except the person being captured by them chose the first question. Both Alexandra and Jakob had seen so many executions, too many. Always hiding behind something, a half wall of brick or a tree, keeping their breaths in, knowing that they could be at the other person’s place. They always ran, it’s the only option you had. It was the ultimate Call of Duty. Zero kills but great skills.

Thankfully no rev had spotted them, god knows what they would have done to them, for running away for so long, and killing would be the least horrible. The revolutionist had used the school’s systems around the world to create a data base for their deaths. Every student known to them were an enemy, teenagers had adapted quicker to the revolution than any other age group, reasons for like their use of the social media, video games, and their great physical energy.
Getting to Jenna's house intact was a relief, and a surprise. In the first months they we’re on the run from the revolution it was the only thing they did. Run, hide, run hide. The first time they actually slept in a bed, they stayed there for a whole day. Your body gets used to it over time and continuous, but you can also get out of it when you haven’t done it in a while. Which is what happens when you find a lovely home with food resources close by, electricity and a cat. They only went out one to two times a week to check on Jenna and Glen.

''Hello? Jenna, Glen?'' She whispered, they knew careless people would probably be a lot louder, people who would be raiding the house for food and useful objects, which happened a lot. Some of them had nothing to lose anymore. Life was based upon a timer, yes, how it had always been, but this time the timer had variables, and those variables we’re the revs. They will catch you, you know some day they will, you just don’t know when or how.

They walked into the dining room which opened into a spacious living room with breath taking windows. As they took a careful step forward they saw a foot, then two legs, then a body, then two bodies. Jenna and Glen were lying before them, eyes closed, hands together, bullets at the back of their heads. Chosen the first question was their final words, their last use of breaths, their stand for humanity, and had been executed for it. She dropped down on her knees beside the bodies, turned them around onto their backs, closed both their eyes and whispered their thanks of goodbye, “For us, from us, until we join you, may your final words help us bring wishes to one day fix this world, thank you for your sacrifice.” Everybody knew it. It served as a way of thanking the dead for choosing to die, instead of joining the revs to keep fueling this none sense, but also to keep their hopes high, that one day it will all be over.
He remembered three years ago, when he and Alexandra first arrived there. A back pack each, few canes of tuna, totally freaking their shit out. They had helped them so much, finding a house, getting a garden started, finding cat food. They had become the nice old couple at the end of the street, excluding the gingerbread crazy witch stuff. Giving guns to them, and food, and teaching them how to fight people to the point of maybe killing them. Alliances weren’t a popular thing. When you found a bunch of food, the lesser people you we’re the longer you had food, but Jenna and Glen we’re just living out their last days on this earth together, simply enjoying it throughout all the pain and suffering others we’re living.

''Check the sofa's for their guns.'' said Jakob. They’d been there so often, and learned all their hiding spots in precaution.

He reached his hand into the sky blue sofa; found it funny how they had colorful things all around them like sky blue sofas and lime green elephants on the fire place, yellow window trims and a humongous red mirror by the door. It was enlightening, made things seem bright in a loving way.

''Found them.'' He exclaimed as he laughed to myself. They kept eight guns and three knives in each sofa, who did that he wondered. With these events it is fully understandable for someone, still alive, to have plenty of weapons to protect themselves, but you place an sixty five year old couple with two armories, twenty five between every furniture within this two thousand square foot house, and four gun bags placed around the house on each side at every end of their landline you have to wonder what they did as a living.

''We should go now, they could come back.'' She said keep look out at the window.

''Yes, help me place them in the bags; they’ll be easier to carry. '' He agreed.

As they walked to the back door to retrieve the bags around the land, a small object had gotten thrown through the window. That moment before you actually process something, an action or an attack, peaceful transferred into fear within a half of a millisecond. It’s scary because you only realize about that transaction until the change has happened, until it is too late.

“It’s a boom!”