The Hope of Survival

Who Are You

--One week ago-- My eyes basically drooled as I poured luscious looking sausage gravy all over the two fluffy biscuits. Steam floated up creating a slight humidity in the air. Ahhh yeah. Finally a nice meal. Starving all day, too busy with my job at Wells Fargo can be usually be an over abundance of stress on my brain, but today the work wasn't too hard so I survived.

Feeling satisfied with myself I picked up my fork and dug into my nice gravy covered biscuit, slowly bringing it up I open my mouth. Gravy dripping off the biscuits on my fork back onto the plate. As the food just barely touches my lip my phone rings loudly in my pocket. I jump and drop my fork. Dammit! Sighing, I pull my phone out of my pocket, still ringing louder than a church bell. Unknown number. That's strange. They must have the wrong number. But it kept ringing and ringing and ringing. Sighing again I answer the strange call, not knowing what I was getting myself into.

"Hello?"

"It's all over now. It's all coming to an end."

Stunned, not quite sure what to say, I reply hesitantly.

"W-what are you saying? What do you mean it's all over now?"

The only reply was the continuous monotone noise letting me know whoever that was just hung up on me. The sound reminded me of those beeping machines in the hospital that are hooked up to patients, when they die it continues in one never ending beep.

Shivering, I pick up my fork once again shoving the still steaming food into my mouth. What the heck was that about?! What exactly is all over? What's coming to an end?! Who was that call meant for? All these questions were sprinting through my head, confusing me even more. As I started to ponder the possible answers an enormous great big BOOM shook the entire house.

What the hell?! Immediately I rose from my seat at the kitchen table and sprinted over to the window facing the neighborhood. I know it came from this direction. I pull back the curtain. There's fire everywhere, covering every house, continuing farther than I could see. Wait a second...how come my house isn't on fire? This has to have something to do with that phone call! I just know it! No! You can't be thinking about yourself! Your neighbors are probably burning to death right now!

Completely forgetting about my food I internally smack myself as I dash towards the front door. I've got to make sure everyone's OK. I shove open the door charging out into the light filled night. I'm stopped by a sudden stupor as I gaze in disarray at the scene unfolding before me. It was beautiful, horrifying, amazing, and destructive all at once.

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My breath caught in my throat as I ducked around another corner. Panting, I pushed myself to keep running. After squeezing through a tight hallway with the walls slightly caving in I stopped to catch my breath. As my breathing quieted down I assiduously listened for footsteps. Nothing. Phew, I think I lost them. Despondency coursed through me as I took in my surroundings realizing I was lost once again. I need to find him. I have to find him. I must find him. Find him and kill him. Put a stop to all of this madness. It's the only way to save everyone. Even if it means my life.

I turned another corner and there I saw him within the reflective surface of a large piece of shattered glass on the floor. The most absolute loathing is the only feeling I had when I saw that face. The one causing all of this. All of this hate. All of this pain. All of this destruction. Yes. My time has finally come. My chance to end all of this. Adrenaline, determination, and rage were oozing from my body as I picked up the sharpest piece of glass I could find. I started shaking as I put the sharpest end of the glass to his throat. Can I really do this? Can I really end it all?

Yes, I must, for everyone. With that thought in mind I used as much pressure as I could sliding the piece of glass across his throat. When I painstakingly got the glass all the way across, my entire body was basically palpitating at once. The shard of glass slipped from my hand from the blood and shattered on the floor.

Finally, it's done. I've completed my task. Feeling more proud of myself than ever I slowly sunk to the floor. With one last look into that face I loathed so much, I lay down into a comfortable position and bleed out with the reflection of the man with a huge gaping line going across his throat, spewing blood everywhere, embedded into my head.