Incurable

Chapter 2

Gotta thank Brandon Self for helping me on the characters in this chapter!

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Chapter 2:

My house was trashed, the furniture was flipped over and there was magazine papers everywhere, there was a big, dry wax puddle on the wood floor from a tipped over candle. The blood smeared across most of the walls, gave off a putrid smell. I searched every room but didnt see a body of any sort. I immedietly pulled out my phone and dialed my moms number, Morgan did the same, there wasnt even a dial tone. The lines were completely dead.

"Lets just hurry and get out of here, okay?" She said with frustration and worry.

"Yeah, i wont take long."

She started to panic

"What if they're dead Jake? What if everyone in our families are dead? What if we never get to see them again? Wha-" I cut her off.

"Your parents are not dead Morgan, we will find them, I promise." I said this even though worry struck through my heart at the thought of losing my mother.

Whoever was in here already ravaged what food was in the kitchen, I looked in every cabinet and in the fridge, there was absolutely nothing left. I went into my room and grabbed an extra pair of boxers, a pair of jeans and my favorite plain, grey shirt and threw it into the duffel bag. I dug through one of my drawers where I kept all that was important to me. I found my thigh holster for my handgun and my necklace.

It was a thin leather strap that reached right above the middle of my chest, the pendant was an oval, kind of like an egg, just more flat. It was made out of deer antler and was about as big as a bottle cap. It was a dull white color and in the middle was an eagle. The belly of the eagle is showing with its head turned sideways and its wings outstretched behind it. The eagle was drawn in a tribal form and on the back it read Kia Kaha. My dad gave it to me just before he passes away.

I knew we had firearms down in the basement, but the door was locked. Thankful now that the frame around the door was old, so I just kicked the door in. It got darker and darker as I descended down the stairs, the light switch wasnt by the stairs for some reason so I had to go and search for it.

"Dammit!!" I hit my shin for the third time in the twenty seconds that I was searching for the switch. I heard Morgan's voice from the top of the stairs, "are you okay?"

"Yeah.. its dark down here, and theres shit all over the place."

My dad had never allowed me down here for some reason. After I found the light switch, I made my way through the mess to the gun cabinet. I havent shot a gun since my dad passed, but that won't matter because my aim was great, dad has always said i was a natural. Handgun, shotgun, crossbow, you name it, my dad and I won several shooting championships together.

I grabbed my favorite gun, a .45 two tone S&W. The grip was specially made to fit my hand, and the weight distribution was phenominal. I put three boxes of .45 ammo and three boxes of .38 ammo along with the .38 revolver in my duffel bag. My Benelli automatic 12 gauge shotgun just begged me to get it so I did and put it in the bag along with one box of slug shells and one box of shot shells.

"Do you know how to shoot?" I asked Morgan as I got to the top of the stairs.

"No.. not at all." she quietly responded.

"Shit. That's okay, ill just have to teach you..but not right now. Lets get out of here."

I fastened the holster onto my upper thigh and put my gun in it, then snapped the strap to hold it in snug, I wasnt sure what would happen out there, better safe than sorry right?