The Last Seventeen: (Book 1) An Apocalypse Story

Chapter 38: Day 8

Chapter 38: Day 8

All I could do was stare in horror at what trial the world had thrown at me. The Loon and his army. The way they stood together with their weapons in hand, they were out to finish what they had so craved to start. Killing us one by one while everyone else watches. No more torture, no more capture, no more chances of escape. Just straight, criminal, terrible death by the hands of our villains. Right in the middle of our losing battle, that's where they would end it. They wouldn't let anyone else kill us. Only them.

The Loon's army charged at us while The Loon himself stood in the middle of it all, watching his army fly by him and do his bidding. I could feel the power and speed of the spears and other projectiles they threw at us and the military. They were fast. Unbelievably fast. The way they were thrown and how accurate they were, they were almost as dangerous as a bullet.

I ducked to the ground and crawled towards one of the bodies that had been killed. In my current state of mind, it was hard to recall what had happened. How did I get here? How did this guy die? Did I do it? I aimed my head to the side and vomited at the headless soldier. I wipe my lips on my forearm and reached for the weapon that laid beside him. I grabbed it and searched the deceased body for any extra ammo. Feeling the still warm and bleeding body slowly turn cold made me sick. I wanted to puke again but there was nothing left in my system. I grabbed all I could and quickly crawled back to where I was supposed to be. With my friends.

When I scrambled behind the car with Joanna, Bryce, and Matthew, they almost had a heart-attack. Joanna had her shotgun aimed between my eyes and sighed in relief when she noticed it was me.

"Did you...?" I knew what she was asking.

"I think so. I think I did." I answered her. She looked both proud yet horribly disturbed with me.

We were both brought back into reality when a spear hit the car and ricochet off towards the military. Joanna quickly responded and fired off two shots at the fast incoming psychos. She hurriedly broke it open and loaded in two more shots.

"We are completely blocked in!" She popped off two more and quickly loaded her gun. "And I'm almost out of shells! We can't keep this up!" I could see the worry and fear stained into her eyes. She could see the end in sight. She was already picturing death.

I looked at our troupe as a whole. Andy and Darius stood back to back firing every bullet they could. The rest of the troupe was with them as well. They were so scared. They screamed and cried and said their last good-byes to each other knowing that their chances of survival were growing bleaker and bleaker with each passing moment. I looked into Andy's eyes as he checked on us. I had never seen them not think. They were hopeless and empty. He knew he was only fighting for just a few more seconds of breath.

I looked over to Bryce and Matthew. They were facing each other and were holding onto each other's hands. Bryce spoke to him in almost a whisper.

"Do you believe in God?" Bryce asked him. Matthew nodded his head vigorously. "Do you accept that he sacrificed himself for your sins and do you accept him into your heart and soul?"

"Yes. Yes." He said as a river of tears flowed down his face.

"Then you don't have to worry about what happens." Bryce put on a smile but I could see that he was just as scared and frightened as Matthew was. "You're going to be okay."

Just as Bryce finished his sentence, something flew by my face and sailed towards them. Bryce must have seen it coming because he dropped to the ground but Matthew didn't. Matthew never saw the spear coming right for him. I watched as the spear penetrated his neck and sprayed blood all over Bryce and continued further, digging its way farther and farther into his neck until it stuck itself in the side of the car. Matthew's body went limp as the blood seeped out of his neck like a waterfall. His eyes were still open, still filled with hope of eternal life, and twitched uncontrollably while the rest of his life drained out of him. My eyes went wide as I turned my body to face the thrower.