The Land of The Dead

Chains

I heard it. It was getting louder and louder as I walked further down the school. I hit the bottom of the stairwell and I heard it get frantic, as if someone was rushing. I looked right and then left, and found the source. At first, I didn't think anything of it, and then realized that there was a man decked out in slim body armor, almost like an Airsoft warrior, sawing through the chains of the fence.

I just sat there like an idiot, trying to take in what I saw, when Dad threw a knife, square into his shoulder. The man dropped the chisel, or whatever it was, and started running with his limp arm flailing at his side. It would've been quite comical, had he not just tried to break in. Regaining my wits, I pulled up my rifle and shot him in the knee, just to make sure he didn't try to run again.

"Chris, Joseph, Dad, let's go get him. Linea, you keep the fence open while Renae covers us. Watch us close, ok? Let's go." I commanded. I personally was not going to watch us get broken into by anyone. This guy was obviously just a scout, sent to find a way in... Or make one.
We pulled him inside without a problem and we threw him in the boys' locker room, where there is no escape, except one of the doors, which we had guarded. After about an hour of letting him sit there and bleed, I brought James and Joseph into the locker room with me, just for extra protection. "So... Why did you try to break in? In broad daylight, of all times?" I asked, pacing back and forth.
"I..." He stopped and looked at his feet. "No one was around and I thought I could make it." He said, smiling like a psychopath. I walked over and slowly applied pressure to his foot... If I didn't get what I wanted, it would break. I kept going, just waiting to find which would crack first... His will, or his ankle. After about a minute is when I got tired of it. I pumped it, just to hear that first snap. There went part of his ankle. After that, he squealed like a pig. " All right, all right, stop! I was forced to do this, by Wolf! He's that guy you saw out there, the one who rode the motorcycle. That's not his real name, but that's what he insists we call him, because he is the 'Alpha Wolf'." He gasped out, reeling in pain.
I adjusted my pistol and headed toward the door. "Get someone to splint his ankle, we'll be back."