Last Alive?-Grethan

Chapter 29

Ethan's POV

I was about to head out of the backdoor when the front door opens, ducking behind an aisle I stay hidden. One man walks towards the register first, looking around and sees the office doors open.

Going in I briskly walk to the door being gentle with it as I head out, I go to walk off when the door slams shut behind me. I run behind a cooler of ice that's kept at the back.

The back door opens as the man holds the gun up, looking left and right he heads towards the cooler. Crouched down next to it he comes and aims it right at me as I jolt up striking his face stumbling back, I grab the gun that's strapped around his arm and neck and point it back aiming right at his throat as I pull the trigger firing several shots through his head.

The gun had a silencer applied to it so little to no noise was heard, the man falls back with a thump, dead. I take the gun and string it around me searching for anything else the man had. His belt had two grenades clinged on, taking them with careful hands I stuff them in my pockets, his pockets held some ammo and a packet of gum.

Walking to the corner of the building I look around being observant of the others that remained. I spot one going for one of the houses, ignoring her I look around in search of the other. A tall buff figure heads up the steps of the house we were staying at. Grayson's there, asleep.

As soon as the woman enters the house and the man enters ours and are out of sight I run over to the house with quiet steps. Going to the back to attract less attention I look in through the kitchen window to see the man looking around in the living room. He heads towards the kitchen, ducking under the window sill I hear the cupboards being open, drawers being pulled out, crashing on the floor.

Heavy footsteps leave the kitchen and into the dining room, looking up again I see him take a quick glance around before heading up the stairs, halfway up I entered through the back door.

Hearing him walk around from downstairs I slowly ascended up the stairs. The steps creaked slightly, cringing from the noise I made my way up. The man was in the hall so I swiftly made my way into a room, he went into the bathroom giving me time to go to where Grayson laid.

Opening the door I rush over to wake him up, but as I made my way to him footsteps outside alarmed me making me go hide in the closet. As the man opened the door he raised his gun towards the sleeping Grayson. I was ready to burst out and attack him but he stopped, standing there as he lowered his gun, placing it down on the floor he walked over to Grayson.

The man stood tall over him, glaring down at him as he slowly yet roughly covered his mouth, Grayson thrashed around before the man slapped him hard across the face, whimpering in pain as tears leaked out of Grayson's soft eyes.

The man started dragging his pants down, kissing down his neck, Grayson's sobs muffled by the mans hand. Kicking his legs violently, the man brought him up by the collar of his shirt, punching him hard in the face bringing him back down, Grayson soon giving up and letting the man do what he wants. I silently open the door, walking over to the man as I sling the gun back and slam it down on his skull.

He falls over, clutching his head as I go to aim for his head, about to shoot when he kicks me down, falling down to a knee he strikes me forcefully across the face. Falling back he straddles me as he pushes the gun down on my neck, restraining me from breathing.

Harder and harder he pushed, my Adam's apple straining against the pressure, feeling like a twig it could just snap and I would be dead.

Pushing hard against the gun trying to catch any air I can, I reach up to scratch his face, clawing his eyes, cheeks, all over trying to get him away. He draws back the gun giving me a second to breath before striking it down on my head, choking me once more, everything starts to fade, to weak to fight back I lay there, helpless.