Sitting on the corner of the road, I marveled at the tall buildings surrounding me. I got up and grabbbed my gun, wiping the blood off of my arm, the river of which ran off and onto the stained streets beneath me. I holster the now empty pistol into my belt, I grab my magazines off the floor and put them in one of the overflowing bins. My hands smooth down my hair and wipe off yet more blood, trickling down the nape of my neck. I open my wallet, I see a picture of Mary; my beautiful Mary, Bobby, brave Bobby, and finally Mara, my wife, my incredible wife. The tears dilute the neat blood, the pinkish liquid falling off my face. I shut my wallet, thats all over now, you're doing them justice. It's what I tell myself, as I step over the bodies. One of them moans, I shoot them. The shot rings out in my ears, it ricochets from building to building. I shout at the body, I shout her name, I shout Mara. I kick the body, I kick it hard, I keep kicking. They deserve this I tell myself, always killing, I have to kill them back, I whisper it, I chant it, I shout it. This what happens when you try and kill. I don't want to do this, but this is what the world is now, and I am it's saviour. I take my gun and I place it to the body, I shoot again, and again, again, again, again. This is the world now. I hear a moan in the distance, I shoot in that direction, another moan, another 6 moans, all walking, all dead, all dead. I shoot, they walk, I shoot again, an empty click. I have no choice but to run to them, Sliding my knife out of my belt and into their heads. This is what the world is now, this is what makes or breaks me. A shot rings out, its placed into my leg and I fall, my face clenching. I hear sirens, I am dragged back to the reality I live in. The fabric fades and i'm met by flashing blue lights. I scream their names, Mary, Bobby, Mara. I shout, they are trying to eat me. Im shot again, twice in my back, the pain is unbearable. I look up to see bodies, living bodies, I shout for help, but I am shot again. I think of Mara. Of Bobby and of Mary, my sweet, sweet Mary. It's no good now, they are dead. Society killed them and so I kill them, one by one i'll make this world better, I'll rid it of the evil inside of it. The light of the world fades, my blood soaking my clothes, I am gone.
