When I Die

Her Story

Keith

My whole life I've been trained and prepared for the worst. Living with an ex military sergeant, it's sort of expected.

By the time I was ten, I knew how to take apart and rebuild most firearms. I knew basic combat along with complex combat. 

I learned how to torture, how to interrogate, and how to see through lies. Most of this was helpful, neat even, until I was sent to school.

 I realized I could never have friends. I could always tell when they were lying. Which was more often then not. My anger took over when I was lied to. I would clench my fists until they turned white. 

Then I'd swing. As hard as I fucking could. And if that wasn't hard enough, I'd swing again. 

I got expelled from school at eleven years old. I had broken 3 noses and put 4 kids in the hospital. 

I learned how to control my anger after that and found outlets. Most of the time those outlets were boxing and when I got older, women. I'd sleep with any of them that would fall for it. 

Was I proud of it? No. I was disgusted at that and myself. But I will get no where in life by dwelling on the past. 

Now I was 19 years old. I was more dangerous then a Navy seal. I could kill grown men who were armed with my bare fists. 

Once again, Not something I was proud of. For a long time, I had wished I was normal. Wish I had played sports and gone to dances. But that was some coward shit. I was meant to be like this and do these things. 

I didn't care about who I hurt in the process. 

So when this whole thing started- Are we calling it the apocalypse now?

When this apocalypse started, I knew I had found my place. I would be one of the very few people to survive. 

My own father didn't make it through the first 24 hours. The fucking weakling took the easy route and committed suicide. I was stronger then that and grateful I am.

I looked down at the girl peacefully sleeping on my lap. Her once long brown hair was now short. This once broken girl was now strong. 

When I had met Perry 4 months ago, I never expected to care for her this much. But late nights and early mornings, week after week, and month after month together, how could I not?

I may have taught her how to survive but she taught me how to live. 

If I hadn't been strong off the bat, would she still be here? The world would be so much darker if she wasn't. There would be no future. 

"Keith," I smiled as she sleepily whispered my name.

"Yes," I said, my voice raspy from the lack of use.

"Shut the fuck up." She said and snuggled into my lap more. 

"Yes Ma'am." That's all you greedy fucks are getting from me. T

his is Perry's story. I just get the pleasure of being apart of it.