The Earth Has Fallen

Prologue

Amber sat along the wall, gun pointed at her friends head. There were 6 of them, all sat in a circle, their eyes closed.

"Are you ready?" Max asked. 

Amber nodded against the cold, metallic gun. All of them had decided to kill the other, making sure they would actually pull the trigger instead of whimper their way out of it. 

The rest all nodded in unison, and Amber could hear the guns go off, but she didn't feel anything. She felt a body thump against her shoulder, and the gun fall to her thigh. 

She opened her eyes in horror.

Max's gun didn't go off.  She was still alive. She scrambled for the gun and looked at the chamber. There were no bullets. 

She shot up off the floor, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her friends. Blood poured from the holes in their heads, and all she could smell was gunpowder. She took each gun from their still warm hands and looked through each one. 

One by one she searched, but no bullets were found.

Even though she knew, she searched again and again, tears upon tears streamed down her face. She sat in the middle of her dead friends, her jeans covered in their blood. 

She checked again and again until she couldn't feel her fingers. 

'I need to die. I cant let my friends die alone. I cant live all alone.'

But she just couldn't find a bullet. 

She stood up slowly, looking around at the faces on the floor. They were blurry with the tears in her eyes.

She slowly stepped over her brother, Max, and headed toward the barn door that led outside. She opened it and looked back at her friends one last time before going out into the diseased world they used to live in. 

Her friends no longer occupied the world. But somehow, she had to, even if she didn't want to.

'Why me?' She thought. But she knew.

Because there were no bullets left.