Always Running From The End Of Days

All Things Must End

What began as a normal day for Micheal Stevenson would soon turn out to be the worst day in history. It was Micheal's 21st birthday and he was spending it with his brother, Phil, and his sister, Grace. They hadn't known of what was going on, no warning, no signs, nothing. Just another normal day to all three of them. 

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"Hey Micky, what the hell are you doing sleeping?" My brother calls me by my nickname, laughing. 

"I'm trying to sleep the day away." I laughed back, starting to sit up on my bed.

He starts hitting me. "You know I can't let you do that lil bro, you're spending the day with Grace and I."

I punch him back. "Yeah, Yeah, I know." I rub my eyes, trying to clear them. "I'll be down in a little bit, let me jump in the shower." Getting out of my bed and getting clothes out of the closet.

I grab a pair of boxers, a pair of socks, a walking dead t-shirt and jacket, and a pair of black jeans.

"Don't you think it's a bit too hot to be wearing the jacket?" Phil asks.

"Yeah, I guess it would be kind of stupid of me to wear it." I put the jacket back on the hanger and then go into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me.

I turn on the shower, then take my phone out and set it on to a little stereo that I have for it. I turn on some music, then take off my clothes and jump into the shower. When I'm done, I throw on the clothes I picked out and leave the bathroom. I run down the stairs and to the kitchen, where both Phil and Grace are waiting at the table.

"Well, took you long enough Micky." Phil says.

"Yeah Micky, what were you doing up there?" I hear my sister Grace say in her puny, yet loving voice.

"Taking a shower you dummies. Now, why are we getting up so early?" I ask.

Phil and Grace are sitting at the table, I see Phil reach down to the ground and pick something up. He sets a small cake on the table, it reads: Happy Birthday Micky!

"Thanks Guys, you really know how to celebrate a birthday." Laughing as I say this.

"Well, only the best for my baby bro." Phil chuckles.

Grace laughs with us. "Can we cut it already, I want some!" She says.

"Yeah, Yeah, hold your horses kid." Phil, still laughing.

"Well. You know how kids are Phil, they just want to enjoy themselves." I pause, trying not to laugh. "Just cut it and give her the first piece." I smile at her. I know my mom and dad had passed, they left us with Grace. So, we do our best to keep her happy and safe and protected. 

"Now it seems like you're rushing things." Phil says, beginning to laugh. Then he takes out a knife and starts cutting the cake, setting a piece on a plate and handing it to Grace. 

"Well, we can't get a cake and not give a piece to the birthday boy." Phil, handing me a plate with a piece of cake. "Happy birthday, Mick."

I smile, laughing, then take a spoon and begin eating the cake. We all finish out pieces, so we're just sitting at the table talking.

"So, what are we doing today?" I ask, not knowing what they've got planned.

"Well. First, we're gonna go to the park and let Grace play for a while. Then, we're gonna go to that Tattoo parlor to get you that tattoo you wanted. Lastly, we're gonna go get lunch or something." Phil says, looking at me.