There's Nothing We Can Do

Chapter 4: Alone

I sat down next to the body of the man that I just killed. No, that's not right. He couldn't even be considered a man for him to do such heinous actions... That goddamn monster got what he deserved. And I gave it to him... But at what cost? Devon left. I keep on thinking that maybe he'll come back to the car. Maybe I'll find him hunkering down in an abandoned apartment... No, he can't do that. All tall buildings have been destroyed. The chances of me finding him are incredibly low. Hey, maybe I'll find his dead body. Then I'll give him a proper burial. But I won't die, I can't die, not before these murderers get what's coming to them. Not until they get what they deserved. I still have my dog to keep me company, but I can't risk bringing him with me while I have the intention of getting rid of someone. Maybe I could try to bring him scavenging, but that would be for him. I would get him food. I would find the things he always longed to try, like actual normal food. If I could manage to find some famous New York Pizza, then that'd all be for him. I don't need any food. I want to give Gilbert the best last days of his life. And I will be giving these murdering bastards the worst final days of their lives, to make them pay for the many that their lives had been cut short on, I will kill them all. I couldn't bear the thought of Devon ending up dying like some of these people had, what if I did find him dead? What if I did find his face mutilated, his fingernails missing, or marks of his arm being ripped off? What if he got tortured? What if he got blown up and left for dead? I wouldn't be able to live with myself... Luckily, I wouldn't have to for long.

I got up and decided to make way to my car as it was getting dark. About a half hour into my walk, I felt this weird feeling, like I was being watched. I couldn't stop looking left and right, I was too paranoid in this pitch black city full of psychotic killers. And you know, I had a right to be. I looked behind me, stopped walking for a second, and I heard faint footsteps from where I was looking. I decided to sprint as far away from my car as I could. I was pretty close, but I didn't want anyone finding out where I was. What if they had formed a team? Just then, a man with a sack over his head wielding a bat covered in barbed wire came into view. I drew my gun, cocked it back, and turned off the safety.

"Stay back! Don't get any closer you psycho!" I yelled. All he did was tilt his head.

"I'll pull this trigger! I'll kill you!" I yelled once more. This time he lifted his rag above his mouth, and began to speak.

"Go- go ahead. We're all going to d- die anyways. And, they'll hea- hear it, you know..." The man said, giggling here and there.

"So then just leave me alone! I don't want to have to kill you!" I shuddered while I spoke. It was cold, and I don't fancy having a crazy dude with a barbed wire bat across from me.

"Oh... Oh yeah... Oh really? What abo- about that man... On the si- side of the str- str- street? Well, h- he killed tho- those children ar- around him... Is that co- correct? Well... If yo- you like kill- killing people who do ba- bad... Then you can go- go on right ah- ahead... We'll real- really fight it ou- out..." The man stuttered while he spoke, giggling every so often, taunting me with his axe, almost like he was trying to be a mime.

"Well then come on! I've got a bat too you know... I'll make you die a slow and painful death! Screw the gun, you don't get the liberty of dying like that! I'll break every single one of your ribs before I kill you! I'll smash your hands and fee-" The man sprinted toward me, stopping me in the middle of my sentence. I took out my bat and got ready to block his bat.

The rag was still above his mouth, and his mouth was wide open. His breath was feral, and he had blood stains on his teeth. He kept pushing the bat forward onto me, so I started to push back. I jolted the bat forward, and he jumped back. We wielded similar but different weapons. He had a wooden baseball bat with barbed wire completely covering the top half, and I had a metal baseball bat. So, I had the upper hand. 

I sprinted toward him and charged my bat up to hit him as hard as I could. I hit his bat right were the handle converged into the actual bat, and it snapped in half. He immediately sprinted away. I pursued him, but I could not catch up, but I wasn't going to let this guy go just because he was faster than me. I grabbed my gun and shot the back of his right knee. He collapsed as he shrieked deafeningly. I walked up to him, brought my bat up, and prepared to smash his other leg as he was screaming for forgiveness. I scoffed, I couldn't even think someone like that would have the right to ask for forgiveness. I swung my bat to the = back of his left knee so hard that it folded when the bat made contact. Once again, he screamed and sobbed in agonizing pain. Now, I could've left him for dead, but that's not what I did. I sat there for 30 minutes, listening to him scream, and once it ceased, I charged my bat up, and smashed the back of his head in. I couldn't feel any need to see this guy's face. I continued to walk back to my car, and as soon as Gilbert saw me, he wiggled like crazy, and his tail wagging was enough to sound like knocking on the car door, and I was so happy to see him. He was my only joy left in my world.

I snuggled next to him for the night, trying not to think of the people I killed today, if you can even call them people. I still wonder if I should have chased after Devon, if I should have tried to get him to come back, if he would want to stay with me... But after what I did to that man with a rag over his face, I don't want him to have to watch me do that. Even still, he is out there with two knives. That's it. Two knives, no backup, and for all we know, a million psychotic killing bastards. I don't want him to die, but I can't possible find him now. I have to enjoy my nights snuggling with Gilbert, because soon, We'll all be dead. And that time is coming closer. We only have eight and a half days left. And in two and a half, the first debris will touch down.