The Rising

Memories

BAM. A gun goes off.  One gun.  Not a million, not even 2. One gun shot.  Blood... I look up.  Look up.... A figure stands before me.  No General, not one of his men.  This man had a small machete on his back. He looks down on me.  He's like a saint.  Then he walks off towards a large boat.  I look around.  I'm alone.  Two boats speed away, one is the Generals and the others the mans.  I lift up my gun from the rocks and fire at a zombie.  A large cut throughout my arm ruins my aim.  I'm useless.  I could go back to Alex, or I could find a new camp.  Perfect arrival. "WATCH OUT!" Voices scream from a yonder.  I race towards them.  "What the..." I look at a large barred up neighborhood, as I see a dozen or 2 men with blood, racing towards defenseless men, women and children.  The only thing to do, was the right thing.  I pulled myself together as I went to face 20 men by myself.  I pulled out my shotgun and actually surprised the man who's back was towards me when I fired a shot into his neck.  I started firing bullets towards every man.  I saw blood splatter onto little kids faces.  I saw one boy, who held a gun and sat on the ground with a grin on his face.  This confused me.  Why would a boy have this kind of look on his face when I just murdered 20 men? It makes no sense.  Next thing I knew, I had handcuffs on and about 3 guns to my head.  "Who is this man who trespasses!?!" A 20 year old man yelled at his slaves.  "We found him killing the attackers who surrounded us... Sir?" A young boy said with fright in his tone.  "Really, well boy, plead now for your life" He says with a laugh and a grin.  "I have never pleaded for my life, but let me say, your all goners" I said.  "That's it! He shall be executed by nightfall! In front of the town!" He yelled and then said one last thing... "We will behead him!" He yelled as I was carried to a dungeon.