I was important. People knew who I was all over the world, I helped so many people. To be honest I didn't really follow the news but no one I really knew did. When thing's started to go down hill no body noticed until the worst hit. When it really started I guess I could kind of tell because the police officer's stopped doing anything. No body in the world thought there would ever be a war this big. The War of 2132 was a literal world war, it was everybody for them selves. When the public found out that the war wasn't a war but really just an apocalypse of man kind, the first to go were the over weight and out of fit, then most of the children. I can't tell you how many children I've seen been shot. The war wiped out over half the population if not more, I don't know how I even survived this long.
When I started to see people evacuating due to nuclear bombs the war had just started and we were still a country. I was in town hall and stayed to help the only people alive out of the building and help children find parents, I was with the last to get out right before the third jet flew over and dropped another bomb a few cities over. I ran to a group of S.W.A.T standing outside town hall trying to keep peace and started asking questions. "What country was that?" I had screamed at one of the officers, I had not seen one of those jets before. One of of the SWAT team members had looked at me and he looked beyond confused, "Ma'am, you need to get out of here as fast as you can and don't look back." I repeated my question. "What country was that jet from?" He sighed a little and looked at his men, "There must be a mistake or infiltration, that was an American jet." That's when I got worried because Canada had an alliance with America, we didn't fully know what happened until a few weeks later when we saw the American jets bombing America and soon after the Canadian jets started to bomb Canada. The word from other countries had reported the same things, that's when we finally realized that all the countries had turned on each other and them selves and that's when we truly became alone and all trust was lost.
When the first Canadian jet flew over that's when they started pointing guns, the SWAT team had gotten stuck with me and a couple other people but we all had guns due to how much killing was happening and we all wanted to be prepared. We had no children, only men and a couple women but when the guns came up it didn't matter someone was gonna shoot and it wasn't going to be me. But that's the first time I shot a gun. The woman across from me looked at me very sincere as if she thought she had to but really didn't want to pull the trigger. As she lifted her gun up to aim I lifted mine as well to intimidate her hoping she would back down, she put her finger on the trigger as did I but she pulled it first, although she missed my shoulder and hit the wall behind me, but I didn't. As she pulled the trigger I pulled mine too but I had better aim, much better aim, I had just shot a woman in the center of her throat. I dropped my arms to my sides as the gun dropped out my hands hitting the floor, the sound of my gun hitting the pavement was so muffled because the sound of the guns were too loud and I could only now hear a slight ringing, I walked closer to her in shock of my recent actions, I put my hand to my forehead to slowly whip the beads of sweat away as she fell to the ground making a gurgling noise on her own blood. I slowly turned around and fell to my knees and put both hands to my forehead. "I just killed someone." As I turned back around to everyone they all just looked at me with blank expressions, "you killed her! was that necessary?" A man yelled at me from a few ft. away. "I thought we were with each other that's why were are the only ones here?" By this point we had been walking down empty roads for weeks just trying to find survivors after the Canadian bombing, but not many people survived, only the people under ground at the time and even most of them didn't make it. "It was self defense and even if so we can't take any chances, if she was willing to put a gun up first to shoot someone then she couldn't have been trusted with us." I tried to argue back. One of the SWAT members turned to me and calmly said, "If we keep the guns then you need to calm down, were not after each other, were after anyone who is going to be a threat."
A few days after we found a pharmacy and decided to look around for medical supplies or anything that could help us. So many people had died that we couldn't find anyone alive, now we've been walking for over a month. In the pharmacy we had only found few supplies but they were still helpful. The SWAT leader Joel had been kind of our group leader and making all the calls, "We should probably just camp here from the night, lock all the doors and windows and try to find lamps, flash lights anything for the time being." Joel was a really big guy with a really deep voice and he did looked the part of military, he was very intimidating to me, mostly because I was a small person. The day it all started I wasn't really at work just dropping stuff off and I had been wearing an everyday outfit of combat boots, cargo pants and just a plain white t-shirt, the outfit I guess i'll be wearing for a long time. We all wondered around the pharmacy trying to find any materials useful and anything that would help the night be a little more comfortable. As we went on through out the night we started to tell our back stories and who we were before all this happened. Our group consisted of four SWAT members including Joel, two women, three men, and me. The SWAT members never really talked much and took everything more serious but the two women were very talkative, they were sisters and both around 18. Both sisters had long black hair and very tan skin, they seemed very close to each other. The three men shared no relation, and looked completely different. One looked to be in his late 40's maybe 50's,he says he was a professional hunter, the boy sitting next to him looked only 20 he said he had worked at an apple store from the time he could work, and he graduated high school and collage early. The other man said he was 30 and was a professional athlete after collage. The night seemed to drag on pretty long as people would sleep and others would stay up to do watch shifts and all night we swapped out people. Once every week we would have a training day where the SWAT team would show us parts of their training although we never ran into groups of people that were a threat to actually have to use the weapons. Until today.
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AdventureI've never really been scared of people, until they started pointing guns at me.