*Warning, some graphic scenes*
And, of course, the President and his wife. Their kids were slumped in their chairs, not moving.
The President himself was wearing a smug smirk on his face,until he looked down from the nozzle and saw us. His face turned into a livid expression, and he started pounding on the glass. Suddenly, the dome popped up on a hinge.
A shame. I was kind of hoping e would be foiled by his own plan and no be able to get out and die. His wife could hardly move from her chair, and just sat.
"Please, no. Come back! They'll kill you! Please!" She begged, but the President didn't listen. He charged at us and whipped out a knife. He quickly caught up to the little boy I had given the last gas mask to, and pressed it to his throat.
"Tell me, where did you get that mask?" He demanded. The little boy quivered, and slowly pointed his finger at me. My heart stopped cold.
"You! Miss!" He screamed, and lowered his knife before starting after me. A thin line of blood ran down the boys' neck. I hoped he was okay, but didn't stop and ask. I ran straight to the doors, and, like so many before me, tried to pry them open, using anything, anything, to force them apart, but I failed.
So I changed my tactics. Quickly, I scooped up a glass shard from someone's picture frame, and turned. His face showed only hatred, and glee. He clearly thought I would be an easy opponent.
As he came lumbering toward me, with his far-too-big waistline and pudgeball face, I jumped, and twisted, aiming my feet to land on his face, like they had taught me to in the meetings. Instead, I hit his stomach and slipped, causing me to fall. I twisted and jumped up right away. He fell as well, completely off-balance, but took more time getting up.
I quickly jumped on him and forced him to stay on the ground, pressing my makeshift blade to his throat. His eyes were glazed, and his face spread into a dim frown, almost like he was faced with a boring meeting. He didn't struggle. He didn't try to fight back. He probably could have beaten me and killed me, but he didn't.
Then I made one quick slash to his throat before I could think. A thin line of blood trickled down the jagged line I'd cut.
He never really screamed. He only cried out once, like a soft plea, right when I slit his throat. Then, as he lay dying, a tight-lipped smile spread across his face, before he stopped moving.
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Our Extinction
ActionI've always been what you call the more "prepared" person. But what the President decides to do, no one could have prepared for. I've lived this long, I've struggled, I've survived. Until now. Only, this isn't just me dying. It's all of us. It'...
