I woke up to the truck screeching to a halt and then voices came into my hearing. I looked around and noticed it was dark as I peeked around the back of the back of the humvee to see two men in riot gear and machine guns clutched in their hands. The men looked as tall as my dad but younger, my dad being 53 and them looking like they were in their mid 20's. "Please step out of the vehicle." Instructed one guy and Tom then Terance opened their doors and stepped out. I was about to step out from the back bed until Clair grabbed the back of my shirt, keeping me from moving and shook her head.
"Drop your weapons, now." Instructed the other male and Dad threw the baseball bat down, the wooden part hitting the asphalt, followed by the handle. Terence grumbled, setting his Shotgun on the ground and kicking it to the feet of the two guards. "Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head." They did what they were told and one of the guards walked behind Terence and injected him with something and he winced. "Why the hell did you do that?!" He yelled and the guards ignored him, "He's clean." I saw a look of dread overtake my dad's wrinkled face and as the man gave him a shot and backed up, the guard inhaled a sharp breath then like lightning, my dad jumped up and tackled him to the ground, ripping the bullet proof helmet off, grabbed a rock and started to beat the guard.
Before anyone could react, the remaining guard shot my dad in the back, painting the body under him. He released a loud yell and I jumped out of the back and ran at the guard at full speed. My vision blurred and I started to see red as I knocked the guard on the ground and I grabbed the shotgun, kicking the visor up and all I remember was a loud bang. After a minute or so, I threw the gun down on the body and turned to see my dad writhing in pain on the ground. I walked up and he grabbed my sleeve and whispered in my ear, "I love you son. Do what you have to do to survive...." The next course of actions is what I regret the most. I held the gun in my hands and I saw how much pain was in his face, his eyes. Why do bad things happen to good people? With that, I had to end his misery.
My sight redirected itself to my dads sleeve which was bloody but I ignored it, it wasn't important now.
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The Living Nightmare
No FicciónTwo normal lives of Terence Transon and Jerry Cranim, two best friends in HighSchool, flip upside down as the dead rise and create mayhem in Massachusetts. The rapture has begun, can they survive The Living Nightmare?
