There's Nothing We Can Do

Chapter 5: Oversleeping

I jolted up in the backseat of my car, awoken by Gilbert licking my face. I got up, checked the radio, and well... I overslept. As of right now, the first debris are expected to hit near New York City, in twelve hours maximum. My top priority of that day was searching for Devon, and I had to bring along Gilbert, for sniffing out, and in case the debris hits my car. I am not leaving him behind, although I don't like the Idea of bringing him along with me. I still have to find Devon, even if he can't bear to stay with me, I'll at least bring him supplies. I brought my gun and some extra ammunition, for a last resort. I am not letting my dog get hurt.

Gilbert and I started to head back into the city, and I tried to steer him aside from the horrendous and abundant dead bodies lining the streets. "All these people killed... For nothing?" I thought. Even still, I had to venture inside. We stumbled across a horrible sight... We saw a man holding up a child by the neck. I grabbed my pistol, cocked it back, turned the safety off, and pointed it to the man's side. All I heard was a slight clicking noise. "Aw, damn! The gun's jammed!" I thought to myself. I kept pulling the slide back over and over until a bullet was finally chambered in the gun. However, at this point, the man had already noticed something. He threw the kid down, and walked in my direction. Luckily for me, now I didn't need a bat. I was crouched down, and out of sight. We were behind a wall that ended short, so he was walking that direction.

I held Gilbert to the side of me, and grabbed a kitchen knife from my pocket. I got ready to stab the man. I heard footsteps, gripped the knife tightly, and the second I saw jeans, I stabbed him in the shin. The man started to stumble back, grabbing his leg.

"What the hell was that?!?! Come out, you degenerate cowards!" The man in the jeans yelled angrily.

"If you say so," I whispered to myself. 

I signaled for Gilbert to stay put, and he did. I got up, grabbed my bat, and sprinted toward the man. That seemed like the right Idea, but sadly, it didn't go so well. A man standing on the other side of the wall, hand on the tip of his knife, threw it my direction, and it nailed my forearm. I dropped my bat and screamed in agony, while Gilbert came out from behind the wall. I ripped the knife out, and threw it at the man with the knife in his shin. I hit him in the side of his stomach, and he screamed once more.

"You piece of sh-" The man who threw the knife at me yelled and ran toward me, but was stopped when Gilbert sprinted over to him and knocked him on his side.

"You stupid dog!" He yelled, as my dog bit into his side. 

With the man in the jeans rendered partially immobilized, I rushed over to finish the man being trampled by Gilbert. I slid as if I was a baseball player trying to make it to the base, grabbed my knife, reached over to his neck, and slit his throat. As he was gasping for air, I pushed myself off the ground, picked up my bat and ran as fast as I could to the man in the jeans. I tackled him to the floor as he groaned in pain. He tried to shove me off of him, but he was too weak to do so. I propped myself up, dropped my bat, and clenched my fists. Without remorse, I started to pound on his face with a passion I've never had before. All he did was groan as the cuts and bruises on his face grew bigger. 

"You think it's nice to choke kids?!?! You enjoy that?!? Well this is what you get!" I yelled, tears forming in my eyes as Gilbert sat to the side. 

After I heard a snap and his nose was visibly broken, I grabbed my bat, stepped up, and smashed the bat into his stomach. He groaned in pain and struggled to breathe. I knew he would have survived if I left him, and seeing the way he assaulted that child... I couldn't let him walk any longer. I brought the bat above my head once more, but this time, hit straight on his chest. He groaned, not seeming to be able to get one last breath. I watched until his breathing ceased, helped the child up, gave him a candy bar I had in my pocket, and continued to walk toward the one building still standing, a random apartment complex.