"Gangster"

Chapter 5 : The President Fell

After patiently waiting about 45 minutes, listening to Yoon - Jae flail on the bed and scream, the President finally came on screen. He sauntered up on stage and tapped the microphone, clearing his throat with a loud cough.
"My citizens. We have a crisis on our hands. I swear, as your president, I will help get us through these hard times and lead us to..." He started shaking. Then his head dropped. And then his arms dropped. Oh no.
"No... We're all... We're all FUCKED! WE'RE ALL GOING TO FUCKING DIE!" The President pulled a knife out from behind the podium, a couple bodyguards rushing over to stop him. He continued loudly screaming, saying many more profanities. I took a deep inhail of my cigarette, releasing the smoke from betweened slightly parted lips. The Presidents nose began spewing blood, releasing it all over his finely pressed shirt. The tv screen flashed, followed by a loud beep and a dark grey waiting screen. The President has fallen.
I stand up, slowly walking over to Yoon - Jae's bedroom. I grab a pocket knife I found stashed in a desk drawer. I slowly open the door and walk over to Yoon - Jae. He's screaming, insults and threats, but more hoarsly. It sounds raspy, like his throat is about to give out.
"Stop fucking screaming." I say before landing a rough punch to his right eye. He's instantly out. I grab his face, roughly tilting his head up. I brandish the knife, placing it against his temple. I press, slowly dragging it down his skin, the thin skin of his forehead bursting open like the inner seams of stuffed pants. I end the slice right near his cheek.
Using the last bit of duct tape, I tape up the would so he won't bleed too much. I quickly light another cigarette, leaning against the wall and sighing deeply. He's giving me no information. I've tortured him in so many ways and he won't budge. It's pissing me off.
I'm startled by a loud crackling from the loud speaker in the hallway. I open the door, listening to what's being said.
"Attention survivors. If there is anyone still alive, please come down to the first floor. There is a large congregation down here and we have food and water. It's better to be together in times like this. Please co-" the speaker then cuts off. I feel like I recognize that voice, but I'm not sure who exactly it is. I might as well go down.
I quickly grab a packaged sausage and a pack of rameyon before closing the door and heading for the stairs. I start slowly walking down, lighting another cigarette. I wonder how everyone will react to me. Will they be mad? Probably.
I reach the first floor, finding a room to sit down in. I lean back against the wall, blowing smoke up into the air. Suddenly, I get tapped on the shoulder. It's the tall man in the red flannel. He stares down at me, waving smoke out of his face.
"We're meeting in the daycare. Come with me." Reluctantly, I stand up, following him into the room. There's a lot of people in there, including that kid I saw in the hallway. He's not passed out this time but his shirt is extremely bloody. I find a chair near a woman in the back. She has short black hair and is in a matching lavender purple shirt and pants. She looks nice enough. I flop against the wall, snubbing my cigarette out on the floor. The smoke rises from the butt in a thin little opaque white stream.
"Ok. I can see we are all disputed on whether to keep Hyun - Su as part of the general population. So I propose we do a vote. Everyone take a slip of paper and write an O to keep him in and an X to kick him out." Of course a simple idea couldn't work so the shopkeeper started fighting with the kid in the flannel. I tune it out as well as I can. People start heading up to grab a slip of paper so I go up too.
I'm handed a red crayon to make my mark. I make a large O on the paper and fold it in half before sliding it into the box. I think this is stupid, why would we not want to keep a random kid here.
Now, when I left Yoon - Jae's room I made a mistake. A fatal mistake that would change the course of my plan. I didn't close the bedroom door. It wouldn't be a big deal because he's fully bound in duct tape, but I forgot to do something else.

I forgot to lock the door.

{Nobody's reading this yet but I'm going to keep writing for my entertainment. Final word count is 817 words.}