Civilization Destroyed

Chapter 1

          I woke up today, in the morning, on Tuesday, June 16, 2015, and ate breakfast. After I ate, I put on my suit to go to work that day. I thought that it was a completely normal morning, just another day at work. Hi, my name is Jason Patron and I am just a normal banker. I work at Maxwell Industries, one of the richest banks in the United States. I live in Detroit Michigan, and at this time, summer is here. When I arrived at work, I came into my office, and I see my boss there, Peter Novak. He stands there, and gives me an assignment for the day. After that, I started working for the day, creating bank accounts for my customers. I work from 8:00 A.M to 6:00 P.M, so I have to work hard. My goal is to help ten customers each day, which is the same goal for all of the workers in the same building. After I finish working with three customers, I decided to take a lunch break. 

          Usually in the cafe, people are talking about some political items, or the new games that are coming out, because many of the people are younger working in the building. Even though I am only 25 years old, I have three years of experience working in this building. I have no family yet, so my work hours are flexible. So I grab my lunch and I sit in the office with my best friend, Darius Patton. He sits three offices away from me, but works much harder than me. He usually takes about thirteen customers a day, but sometimes work with fifteen. He comes to me at the lunch table, and tells me this, "Yo, Jason, did you hear what's going on in the news today?" I looked at him, with a stare, and go, "No," He then leans over and tells me, "The same person who came to you about a month ago, Jacob Cedric." I look at his face in the news, as he looks down from his large tower. 

          Yep, I knew the moment I looked at him, that he was the  same, vain, egotistic guy who stepped in this building about one month ago, asking me to look at his last transaction. The last transaction he ever made was about 50 million dollars, so he seemed like a suspicious guy. Anyway, I moved on, that day did not mean much to me, politics and everything else did not seem that interesting to me.

          After the Jacob Cedric incident, I decided to move on. I finished out the rest of the year finishing my job, but I did get a little lazier, doing about 9 customers a day, maybe sometimes doing ten, but rarely doing eleven. Then, Darius asked me a question. He asked me, "Hey Jacob, do you have any plans for tonight?", but since i do not have any family, I asked him, "what day was it?" He said that it was January 30, 2016. I told him, "I have no plans for today, so where do you want me to go?" He then smiled, looked at me, and told me, "Let's go to the shooting range to test our accuracy". In reality, I was shocked, but since I did not want to be rude, and let him down, I told him, "Yeah, sure, let's go to the shooting range, I have not fired a gun in years". Since Darius was in the military, he could fire a gun really well.

So, that night, we went to the shooting range, and we fired three rounds each. We both took Glock 20's and went to shoot. He shot all three of his rounds, one round majorly hitting the head, and one hitting the stomach area. I opened both my eyes, took a deep breath, and shot a round. Darius was shocked. It had penetrated a hole in the head area. I took another round, inserted it, and fired again, this time, the bullets ripped off both arms. Darius told me, "I did not see this kind of shooting since the military!" Out of both of us there, I was the most shocked.

          As I picked up the third round, I saw on TV, the first campaign speech given by Jacob Cedric. His speech consisted of slurs, and even racist comments directed towards many ethnic minorities. I fired the third round, and the bullet rounds were centered towards the chest. After we left the shooting range, I drove Darius home, and then went to grab something to eat. I went into the bar to get some burgers to take home. After I ordered them, the cash register asked me, "Hey, did you see the speech given by that racist guy, uh... yeah, Jacob Cedric?" I told him, yeah, oh, by the way, did you know that I did check his bank account about a month ago?" He shockingly realized that I did, because I had my banker tag on, and he knew that we were the most successful bank in the entire United States. So, he said, "Yep, now have a good evening and take care of yourself." I told him, "thanks, you too!" I drove home, thought about his speech as I went to bed, and fell asleep.