The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 3

I stood in the doorway of the building. There was some shuffling on the floorboards. Someone, hopefully not something, was making it. I got my handgun ready. I entered slowly and looked both ways. To the left was the end of the hallway. The right, the hallway entered into a living room type area where some of us slept. There wasn't a lot of us after all. I moved slowly down the hallway and into the living room. There was no one there. Just a couch, some sleeping bags, and a small television. I looked around and heard a cough from the next room over in the kitchen. I stepped through slowly and entered the doorway leading to the kitchen. I saw a man, looking through the fridge. He had brownish the shish hair and was a bit shorter than me. I slowly pointed my gun at him.

"Who the fuck are you? I have a gun!" I shouted. The guy got startled and hit his head on the fridge door. He put his hands up and slowly turned around. Judging by his face, he was older than me. At least in his forties. He had bags around his eyes and the blood vessels in them were very noticeable. He looked tired, and intimidated by my gun.

"I'm not looking for trouble," he started saying in a deep, raspy voice.

"Shut the fuck up, I oughta' shoot you now just for invading my cabin!" I hollered at him. He backed up as I edged closer to him.

"Get in the living room and sit down!" I ordered. He looked at me confused and in a daze. "Now!"

He did what I said, and walked past me as I pointed the gun at him from behind. I led him to the couch like a prisoner.

"Another fucking scavenger," I whispered under my breath. He sat down and looked at me as I sat down next to him and looked him up and down like a guard dog for a minute.

Why was he here? How did he get in? I was sure we locked both the fence and the building. The building had no back doors, or any windows. It was part of a safety procedure so Beasts and Dusks just don't waltz in. It was the only thing the supposed leader did right. Well, at least I don't answer to him anymore. Funny enough, this building was built four years ago; when I was 17. Well, it still was being built, but it almost completed. It took us a year to get as close as we are now. Back then, we slept in a nearby building until it was finished; having one or two of us to keep watch while the others slept. We had limited number of people and supplies. Some of us worked on the building while others went out to look for supplies; wood, bandages and such. Both tasks were deemed important, making it take even longer. We went out to get food I always went out with them. Unless it was a special mission, then I made sure I was the first to sign up. At sixteen, holding a gun and killing made it more fun. Some of us came back, some of us didn't. I remember one time I was a survivor from a mission gone wrong. It was actually a day like today. It was beautiful out at first. We didn't even encounter a single Beast while looking for supplies. But, of course, clouds threatening rain formed overhead turning the bright sand dark. It turned from a good day to a bad one fast. The Dusks thrive in the dark. It was me and three others on that mission. We had limited ammo. One had a submachine gun, the other two had shotguns. I wasn't trusted enough, so they gave me a handgun. They probably regret it now though. I can't remember their names. I have just met them that day after all. I will call them Guy A, B, and C to make it easier.

"Shit!" Screamed Guy A. He was muscular, he had backbone, and rarely showed fear.

"What?" Guy B asked. Guy B was slim, and was more of an escape artist.

"Its raining..." Guy C finally said. Guy C was more of a brainiac, figuring out ways to get out of situations.

"Maybe we should-" I started to talk, then was cut off.

"Shut up Oliver! Let him figure it out!" Guy A screamed at me.

"Don't tell me what to do, I don't answer to you!" I snapped back at him.