This Sorrowful Life

Chapter 7 - Towards Death We Escape

Revenge… Justice… None was bad or good. Both had a distinctive way to harm or heal. I was the victim of revenge, and caused the reason for my way of justice. Part of my past I can’t hold on much longer, the anxiety eats me piece by piece. My act of foolish ‘judgment’ caused that incidents, causing me too feel bad and good at the same time. I feel bad because of the unnecessary deaths, but it felt great ripping that sweet and kind skin off with my bare hands… I am slowly changing into what I once was, but I’m not sure that I hate it…

(Unknown POV)

“Are you going with john?”

“Umm… I don’t have much of a choice... Everyone is leaving; I am not staying here alone…”

“Well… I have some ideas, and I would be extremely sad if you weren’t beside me on this.”

“I will always be by your side!!!”

“Shhhh. They will hear us, idiot.”

“Sorry… What are we going to do?”

“I will tell you when the time is right. Now hurry, were leaving.”

“…”

(John’s POV)

I slowly lifted myself through the high ventilation with Bryan as my support in the floor. I manage to roll myself into the dirty mess hall roof, catching my breath in the process. I stood up and wiped my dusty clothes, along with a quick, awkward scratch to the head. The sparkling shine of the morning looked like diamonds fading into the world, feeling warm and calm, and never rough. I block the sunlight with my arm in attempt of looking past it, but a great yawn interrupts me as I stretched my whole body. Rachel’s mature woman voice pierced through the bottom, getting my attention.

“John, what’s it like up there? You’re usually good at describing things.”

I walk a couple of steps with my arm still blocking the sun, in attempts to actually see what happened over night. The smoke of barely burnt out fires rose from the horizon, cars half smashed into wooden houses, people dead by the dozens in the streets, some actually dead and some became ‘the dead’. “I wondered what the skin of those monsters feels like” I thought to myself. Maybe they were cold as the mountains or hot like the beach. Either way, the thought sent chills down my spine, causing me to shrug.

The uproar was gone, even though I could hear commotion coming from the city. “Probably leftovers of this ordeal” I said quietly. People like us, blessed with certain protection that would ultimately fail terribly. Thoughts flew through my mind about the new world, but I quickly shook it off, in attempts of reaching our goal.

I looked at the bloodied parking lot to my right, where our truck was supposed to be at. To my surprise, the truck was park nearly below the half ladders from the roof to the ground. I then search the rest of the parking lot and spot about half a dozen corpses devouring the torso of a man. I couldn’t see who it was considering the distance, it was pretty far away and his face was gruesomely shattered into bloody sections.

Thoughts and ideas of what they must be flashed in my head, but no thought could ever compare itself with reality. Their shoulders seemed sunk down, their heads hanged from side to side. Weak hands ripped the meat while broken teeth devoured it. Only one thing made sense about them, in their body once lived a living, breathing person and now they are gone. I wasn’t repulsed over the massacre of the man; actually I was intrigued by the mysterious origin of this ‘transformation’ from man to monster. Rivers of red, dark blood drained into the concrete floor, dried, blood tire marks raced through the streets and bloodied hand prints marked the life of a fallen soul. I liked every detail in a way, but my mind was in another world now, deep inside the past.