A Dark Trip

Count Down From 3

     I was in the prison cell. Standing in front of me was Andrew. He did not look me in the eyes.

     I saw it. In his hand was a shining blade. Thinking quickly I grabbed the knife and slammed it into their throat repeatedly. They fell to the ground, throat and body covered in wet, crimson blood. Then, for some reason, I smiled.

     The light shined into my now opened eyes. In front of me lay the dead body of Andrew, I screamed.  James and Adeline woke up and looked towards the gruesome sight that lay in front of my shaking form. Their screams soon joined my own. The police quickly joined us in the cell.

     The police wanted all of us to die by each others hand. I could see it in their eyes. The sooner we were dead the sooner they could be rid of us. I wish that they die next.  Our world could do much better without these useless cops who care nothing about the surplus population. 

     I guess we are going to be stuck in this damp, dark cell once again. When will they learn to separate us from each other? That simple action could have stopped this disaster from going further than it already has.