It was December 24th 2001, I was walking around the block with my wife and daughter. It was snowy and a thin sheet of ice covered the streets. The time was about 10:30 p.m. and it was quite brisk- I was able to see my breathe before my every step. My daughter, slowly began drifting off in my arms, let out a faint yawn and grew weaker. My wife was shivering beside me and showed signs of sickness. We were about 10 miles outside of New Haven Colorado and no signs of life arose aside from that of a few wolves scavenging off the land of the dead. I had a revolver with two bullets and a hunting knife attached to my belt. My wife began to slow down and my daughter was peacefully sound asleep in my arms. Later that night we stumbled upon a small abandoned church. I walked up the stone steps, broke the stained glass window of Jesus, and unlocked the door. I walked in, ever since the crisis in California we hadn't heard anything from outside of Colorado. My wife sat down on an altar and began to cough. With every cough blood dripped through her pale hands. I walked up to the velvet pews that lined the golden carpet in the center aisle. I set my daughter down and walked towards the confessional box. I began to lose my sanity. I lost my father, my mother disappeared, and my brother wasn't even in the country. My family was starving and my wife was Ill. I sat down and looked at the cross.
I barely opened my mouth;
"Father..I have sinned. I can't watch my family suffer like this anymore..what do I do?"
I sat there as my wretched thoughts tore inside of me like rough currents on a ship. I got enraged and stabbed my knife into the cross. I got up with haste and opened the confessional door.
I walked out and put my hood up.
I looked towards my wife and watched the blood drip down her hands. I loaded my revolver and put it to my side.
I walked up to my wife and put my hand on her shoulder. I raised the revolver.
"I love you..."
A shot rang through the church and a small child began to cry. My foot steps slowly echoed through the corridor.
"Sleep softly my angel..."
Another shot pierced the winter silence.
