There's Nothing We Can Do

Chapter 3: Comets

"There's another one." Devon said, eyes wide open, tears starting to run down his face.

"Excuse me?" I responded.

"There's another goddamn comet."

"You're joking... right?" My hands started shaking, and my hands couldn't keep still

"I really wish this was a bunch of government hoax crap like the guy at the bar said..." Devon started sobbing.

"You... It's..." It felt almost as if I couldn't will my mouth to say something.

"We're all going to die in a week and a half!" Devon started to break into tears, screaming.

Another goddamn comet is in our solar system... and this one is headed straight for Mars. First, the comet will hit Mars at such an angle that blasts the debris straight in the direction of earth. Then, the debris will touch down. According to the scientist's report, the little debris that we will see burn up in the sky will mark when there will only be six days left. Then, when the debris starts to make it through the atmosphere, that will mark there being only two days left. When the debris that start to make it through the atmosphere get bigger, that will mark when there is only twenty hours left. And finally, when the comet itself becomes visible, that will mark there being two hours left. Devon and I unanimously decided we wanted to go out with a bang; we would go out fighting terrorists and bad people. 

As soon as we, as thousands of others heard the news of another comet, we instantly packed up out things. We knew we could not waste any time, especially with mass genocide and bombings rising immensely in the following day. Once we got all of our things packed up, we grabbed a few extra pillows for Gilbert, and got him in the backseat. We were making a 4 hour drive, from Massachusetts, our home, to New York City. So many people that mass killings would definitely be happening every waking minute, and we couldn't bear to think of all those people that would die a painful death. We had to do something. No exceptions. We were going to die, and we would rather die fighting than let children die painful deaths. We were going to be heroes- no, that's not right. We were going to be killers.

"We're just outside of New York City." I said, shaking Devon's arm.

"Huh? Oh, right. You ready? We have to find a safe place to park the car. Maybe on the side of the road, near a hotel? Maybe near a convenience store?" Devon said.

"No, our car needs to be our base. That being said, we have to keep it somewhere along the outside-" 

I was stopped in the middle of my sentence when Devon patted my arm. I looked outside his window and... A woman was lying on the ground... Her face was mutilated beyond recognition. I couldn't even imagine how she died. But that's why we're here, isn't it? We are going to kill every single insane degenerate who decides to kill people in spite of the comet. 

"All right, we're here." I said.

"Yep, and it is 3:42 PM. What do you say we try to head out, maybe scavenge some, or just find our first psycho to kill?" Devon responded.

"Don't... Don't word it like that. Don't say we're finding psychos to kill. That makes it sound like we are killing random psychotic people. Just say we are putting killers out of their misery." 

"Okay, jeez. But still, do we scavenge and put some killers out of their misery?"

"There is no way anything is left. It's either gone or blown up. Just like the goddamn empire state building."

"But... Do you want to put some psycho killers out of their misery?"

"Damn right I do. That's what we are here for. I'll take the metal bat, you take the knives."

"Kitchen or combat?

"Combat."

"What about a gun?"

"I'm holding onto one, just in case. We want these goddamn killers to die a slow and painful death."

"All right. Bring it on suckers!"

The two of us walked farther into the city, and found a man sitting hunched over on the side of the road. We walked up to him, and found a blood stained knife on his lap, and around the corner, the dead bodies of a woman and a child, with visible stab wounds. If that wasn't enough to seal the deal on putting this guy out of his misery, his hands and arms were also covered in blood.

"Do we just kill him?" Devon asked.

"No. We may be putting them out of their misery, but that doesn't mean they should be lucky enough to be killed in their sleep." I responded.

"All right, get ready. I'll tap his shoulder on que."

I walked back a little, with my bat over my shoulder. Devon tapped his shoulder and he jolted up, grabbed his knife and made some distance between him and Devon. 

"What the hell are you jackasses doing?!?" The man yelled. He had a heavy southern accent, and his breath was trembling as he spoke.

"Did you kill that woman and those children around the corner?" I said.

"W-what?" The man responded.

"Answer me, you goddamn killer bastard! Did you kill those children?!?!" I yelled, steaming with anger.

"You are going to answer him right now! Answer him! If you don't answer his goddamn question or so help me god I am going to cut off your fingers and toes... And leave you here to die!" Devon screamed, audibly pissed.

"No! I swear I di-" The man yelled, shakily breathing.

"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, gripping my bat and ready to run.

"Fine... I did... bu-" The man was cut off.

The second I heard him say the words "I did" I started to spring in his direction, screaming furiously. I hit his kneecap, and he fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

"WHY DID YOU KILL THE CHILD?!?!" I yelled at him shakily.

"I swea-" The man started to say.

I swung my bat straight for his back, and as the bat made contact, I heard a snap. The man started to scream and sob in agonizing pain. I felt absolutely zero remorse for this child-killing bastard. The world's ending and you make a young child go through an agonizing death? You see a young child, and go, "Oh well, looky here! I oughta kill this little girl!" How crazy must you be?

"That was a young child! You took the life of a young child! You killed a little girl, and she probably didn't even get any goodbyes, you child-murdering bastard! You have done horrible things, and I am karma as the world knows it!" I screamed, sobbing with anger and sadness.

"Dude... You just..." Devon said, slowly backing up.

"No no no no! He killed a child, you can't just-" I said, as Devon slowly walked away.

At that moment, I thought, maybe I'd find him back at the car, maybe he thought I wasn't a crazy murderer thinking that going under the alias of "karma" to serve justice to those who died in vain... Maybe I got too carried away... Maybe Devon will die... Maybe I did go too far... Maybe I have to keep going to far... Maybe I have to let Devon go.