The Diesel engine hummed loudly as the large black truck bore down the deserted highway. Deserted homes and business passed in a blur. It was late evening by now, probably no more than an hour of sunlight left to guide our way.
As far as we knew, we were the only people left in this town that my brother and I have called home our whole lives. It now seemed like an unused Nuclear test site, still in pristine condition. Electricity, water, Cell towers, Wifi.
All of it still worked. The only thing that made sense as to why this was, is that they wanted as little clean up and work as possible after everything was over.
A message from the White House had broadcast over every radio and TV station, every phone and computer. The message was simple.
Everyone needed to go to their nearest emergency center. Take nothing with you. Leave NOW.
So that's what the majority of people did, but when they got there, help was not waiting for them. The Mutes were. It's what we call the people that have been implanted with a device that enables the organization, known as NOSIS, to completely control any individuals actions.
With the added numbers, the Mutes were able to quickly hunt down the remaining free people.
No one knows who or where NOSIS came from. All we know is that they managed to take control over more than half of america with a month and that they aren't stopping. They send most of the Civilians that they capture to fight in the last few states that have managed to resist their efforts, but it is uncertain how long they'll be able to keep the Mutes at bay.Thankfully, My family had made our home in a town where the Cattle population was 5 times larger than the Human one. Our home was nestled in the middle of 500 acres of land and forest and a river conveniently served as the western border.
"Hey. Earth to, Cass."
My brain wakes from its deepened thought, eyes struggling to adjust to the world around me for a moment before finally locking onto the source of the noise. My brothers face is serious, eyebrows knit together in concern, never taking his gaze off the road ahead of us. I take a deep breathe and shake the troubling thoughts from my head before replying.
"Sorry. Zoned out again. What were you saying?"
He raises an eyebrow slightly, not fully content with the answer. I know what hes wanting to ask. He wants to ask if I'm okay, but we both already know the answer, and he also knows that I'm not going to tell him anything unless I want to. Needless to say, I don't want to.
"Where do you want to put her?"
I pause, turning to glance at the off-white sheet wrapped body that now occupied the bed of the truck. Memories from earlier that evening flood back all at once.
* * *
The small woman who couldn't have been more than 30, stumbling out of a gas station, her face pale, tears filling her dim eyes. She slumped to her knees about 100 feet away from us, turning her body slightly and pulling her short hair up, exposing the back of her neck. Blood streamed from the small round device that had been implanted in her neck.
"I couldn't get away from them in time, please-" she paused, weakly raising her arm to point to the gun on my hip. "I only have a few minutes." She breathed out.
"I.. I don't want to hurt anyone. Please." She looked straight at me, pleading.
I nodded slowly before drawing my guy and walking toward her. Clay reached for me, putting a hand on my shoulder."Cass, you don't have to." He spoke quietly, lightly placing his hand on the gun strapped around his thigh. I continued walking, pulling down the bandanna that covered my lower face, stopping a few steps in front of the woman.
"What's your name?" I ask. The woman looks at me sadly before replying."Sarah. Sarah Whitman." She strains a slight smile, before nodding at me.
I nod back, raising my gun with one head, training the sights on her head. I take a deep breath as I wrap my finger around the heavy metal trigger and taking a deep breath. I take one last look at her before turning my head away and pulling the trigger.
* * *
I turn back toward the road ahead of us, looking out my passenger side window thoughtfully.
"By one of the Oak trees in the south east pasture." She seemed like the type of lady who liked trees more that flowers.
Clay turns to look at me for a split second before nodding and looking back to road.
A silence settles in the cab of the truck and neither of us break it the rest of the ride home.
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The Last Dance that We Share
FanfictionThis is based off of a dream that I had and everyone told me I should write a fic, so here we go. HOPE U NJOY