The Computer

The exciting laugh of my daughter lit up my ears once again. She hugged me. I felt a small tear trickle down my delicate face. The sting from my fresh cut beneath my eye made me cry more, but this time it was sad tears. "Are you ready?" The deep, mischievous voice called out from above me. That video was the last I would have seen ever of my daughter. She was gone now, they had already taken her. I was next. I closed the computer while they stabbed me in the back. The blood leaked, and they laughed again. I knew my wife would be next. They were coming for us all, to end us. My body dropped to the floor, no sign of life.