The Awakening

Chapter Two

   Me and Jack were in the car, he was driving even though he was terrible at it. I wanted to laugh but it wasn't the time for laughing. Not in this time period in the world.
   "C'mon, Jocelyn. You gotta laugh a little or you'll go crazy." Jack said.
   I looked over at him with a straight face. "I think I've already gone crazy, Jack."
   "That's not true." He told me. "Look, I know you haven't been yourself since Hailey but you have to forget sometime. It happened about a year ago."
   I looked at him and frowned. "Forget?" I said through gritted teeth. "How can I forget the men who took our nine year old sister and we couldn't do anything about it."
   Jack didn't say anything, he just continued to drive. But then he made a slight turn and stopped on the side of the road. "Look, I know you don't want to forget about what happened to Hailey. I get it. But remembering that is only making you weak. I miss her too but we have to forget."
   "I cant forget." I said immediately. I stared him square in his brown eyes and he stared into my ocean blues. "Mom and Dad left us when Hailey was born because Dad was angry. Angry because she wasn't his. And when Dad left Mom did too. And Hailey was our responsibility and we blew it. So don't you dare tell me to forget it."
   He nodded at me, then turned back to the road and started up the car again. We were only on the highway for about ten minutes in silence, not looking at each other.
   Until we heard a gunshot. But this wasn't just any gunshot like the kind you hear but it's far away. This one was a few inches away. Little did we know that the gunshot hit us.
   The car was slowing down, and that was when we realized the bullet was shot through our tire. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door to look outside but Jack pulled me back in the car after he heard more gunshots shooting at me.
   "Why ya hidin'?" It was a man, his voice was deep and gravelly. "We ain't gonna hurt you, well, we won't if ya don't hurt us."
   Jack rolled his window down and yelled out, "What do you want from us?"
   "Your guns!" The man screamed back. "And maybe a little food."
   I yelled out Jack's window, "Well you're outta luck, buddy. We lost all our stuff a few days ago!"
   "Then you're gonna have to do something to get that stuff. Why don't you start by comin' out of the car. Slow."
   I reached my hand to the backseat and curled my fingers around my pistol and cocked the safety off, my finger on the trigger as I opened my door with my free hand. I held the gun behind me and stepped out along with Jack.
   I guess we didn't know that he had a whole gang with snipers with him.
   "Well, well, well. I didn't know you had a woman with you." He said. He smirked grimly. "And she's pretty too."
   Jack immediately protested. "Woah hold on buddy that's my sister."
   "Ah, then I guess it's my fault for not asking first. And how rude of me for not introducing myself already. My name is Alexander."
"Yeah I don't care what your name is." Jack growled at him. "What do you want?"
He laughed menacingly. "Your weapons, Super Man."
Jack glanced over at me and nodded. He crouched down and pulled out a bag full of weapons from the car and looked over behind my back to see me holding a shotgun. Before he got the bag out he took his gun out of it and hid it in his sweatshirt pocket. He grinned as he pulled out the bag and put it on the ground in front of him.
He looked at me with that expression he gets when he's confident about something. He smiled at me as I nodded, turning off the safety on my pistol.
We both pulled out our weapons and shot one of the men behind Alexander. He seemed surprised at our sudden burst. He turned behind him and tried to start running. He opened his car door and hopped inside, the engine roaring as he put his keys in the slot. I left Jack to deal with the rest of the men who were shooting their weapons rapidly but continued to miss. Alexander was getting away, but before he could get anywhere i shot both of the back tires. His vehicle slurred and screeched on the road until it tilted over and planted on its side.
Alexander crawled out of it helplessly, blood pouring from his forehead and his eyes. I couldn't get to him yet. I shot two of the men defending him between the eyes and one in the leg so Jack could have an advantage. They were distracted. I sprinted over to the crashed truck and glanced down at Alexander who had blood gushing from his handless arm. He smirked and tried to grab at my legs. It wasn't Alexander anymore, he was one of them. I turned the safety off my pistol and listened to the sharp CLICK. I wanted to take in this moment for a second. But I knew I couldn't. They probably heard all of this shooting and we were just getting away from the herd. So I shot him in the head.
"Come on," I said to Jack, picking up the sniper Alexander had on his back. "Those Goons probably heard all this."