Chapter 3

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While walking home I became more and more anxious. I didn't know if my family was safe, but killing billions and billions of people means someone in my family will die. I was mentally preparing myself to walk into my house only to be alone. I'm an only child and the only family I have are my mom and dad. I love them so much.


As I came closer and closer into my house, I saw my neighbor. He was crying.

"Mr. Jensen? Is everything okay?" I said. "M-my little girl was taken. She is only... five years o-old." He said in between breaths. "I'm so sorry for your loss. Angelina was a very wonderful girl." As I said that it felt so unreal. I sounded so monotone. I predicted that I will have to say that often.

I approached my house and my heart starting to beat faster. Before I put the keys to open the house I knocked. No reply. I knocked again. Again, no reply. By this time my heart is racing. It felt as tho my heart could win a race against the fastest person out there. But he or she is probably dead.

I finally muster up the courage to go inside. I turn the doorknob and open the door. The house was dark and empty. It felt like a horror movie. I step inside and yell, "Mom! Dad!" I got no reply.

I started to go into each room to only find the unmade beds from today morning. The mugs that my parents drank their coffee from is still on the counter. Are they really gone. No. I refuse to believe that they are gone. Maybe they are just stuck in traffic or something. But i refuse to believe that they are dead unless I see the bodies. I cannot lose hope on them.

I put my backpack down and sit on the living room couch. I didn't bother turning on the lights. Partially because I feel like every step I take I will just burst into tears. I started to have a lot of questions in my head do we just stay at home? Do we go to school? I decided to turn on the TV.

Another message was there:

Citizens of the United States of America. Everyone will go back to their normal everyday routines. Everyday at promptly 12:00 pm people will be chosen randomly. Thank you and have a nice day.

I sat there rereading the message flashing on the TV screen. Normal life? How can we have a normal life when millions are getting murdered each day. I was furious. People are dying and they want us to have a normal life. Also 'have a nice day'? How can I have a fucking 'nice day' when everyone is dying.

That night I fell asleep on the couch while thinking of my parents. I thought about how I would wake up and see them talking about the morning paper like usual. I hope that day comes.

The next morning I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock. My alarm clock sets automatically so just in case I forget to set it. Today, I wore a dark grey hoodie with black leggings.

When I step foot outside the crisp January air hit my lungs. I thought I would just walk to school but it was so cold. I needed a ride since I did not have a drivers license.

As I said that in my brain I saw Mr. Jensen get into his car. I started to run over to his car while yelling so he doesn't drive off. "Mr. Jensen? May I please have a ride to school?" He nodded and proceeded to say, "Get in."

When I got into the car I got a good look at Mr. Jensen. He had puffy eyes from most likely crying and his usual gelled down hair was sprawled everywhere. We didn't talk during the car ride which was for the best because I didn't know what to say.

When he pulled up to school I thanked him and walked inside. Everyone was silent. No one talked. Everyone just went to class wondering if today is the day they leave this world. I walked into my first period class looking at the clock to turn 12.

Period six rolled around. This period I have algebra II with Dom. I silently listen to the teacher try to teach the lesson without crying. Maybe her husband was taken. Or maybe it was her kids?

Ten minutes. Seven minutes. Three minutes. Thirty five seconds.

12:00 Pm.

For a split second everyone was silent until we heard the men.

"Everyone get on the ground!" We all get on the ground. "Everyone be quiet!" We all are silent. Twenty four hours ago we were all confused. Now we all are expecting death.

I was anxiously looking at the man while he was pointing his rifle at the people that are going to die. He pointed at a couple of people until he got to me. My heart was beating rapidly. He pointed the rifle at me. My heart stopped.

I stood up. "Not you." I heard the man say. Then he pointed at the person behind me. I exhaled and felt so relieved until I realized the person behind me was Dom.

"D-dom." Is all I managed to say before hugging him tightly. This was the last time I will ever hug him. In my ear he whispered, "Tell Paris I love her and tell her to move on from me." As a reply I nodded.

I watched him walk away with the men. This felt so unreal. After all of the men left the school the classroom was silent. I couldn't hold it in. I cried.

They took my best friend. They took my best friend for some Generation X bullshit.

The bell rang. Now it is lunch time. Now I have to say that Dom is dead.

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Loved ones death count: 1 

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