A Journey for my DAD...

The Aftermath...

I feel soaking wet like I had a wet dream and I woke up and realize I didn't just fuck a girl in my dream but I also peed the bed. That's what I feel at the moment and I also smell urine like and I can taste it on my lips like I kiss someone's ass. The other thing I feel is pain, it's running all the way down my left leg, most of the pain controlled around an area on my thigh. The air smells so bad that I want to vomit, it's like it rained diarea and then farted at the same time.

I can't hear anything though, that's what's weird, I can't hear a thing, not a single sound, and I can't hear my heart beat.

If I were dead I wouldn't feel or smell or taste anything either.

As I open my eyes it's like pulling a paper apart that is stuck to a wall with gorilla glue keeping it stuck there. It hurts to open my eyes and as I fnally open them all the way my eyes burn, they burn and I think I dropped an F*** bomb but I couldn't hear it but I felt my lips moving, because they were so dry and crusty and bloody and disgusting. Like a girl would kiss me right now, if she did I'd wonder if she were a peice of dead fish or just a girl whose that desperate.

I blink a few times, light blinding my vision and the stinch buring my eyes.

When I finally can see though, I'm in awe at what I see, because if I hadn't of been in awe I'd of been the most selfish person in history, worst than that dick Natzi...Hitler whater his name is. Who would name their child Hitler anyways, that's like asking someone to hit him I hope his wife didn't go easy on him.

The scene in front of me wasn't something to celebrate about it was like no one could find a place for all the bodies so they piled them in one place.

A big pile of bodies laid next to him, I was a little surprised I wasn't in the pile of bodies. Maybe they found my body last or something.

The other terrible thing was there was flies everywhere and crows picking at the blood wounds on the dead bodies and it looked painful and ouch!

I looked down and saw a crow picking at a wound on my thigh that was full of puss and blood and a few flies there there too.

I felt so much pain each time that stupid black bitch took another tap or nip on my wound.

I don't know when I grabbed the bird or how I did without it flying away, but when I realized I had a bird in my hand, choaking it to death I realized I just killed the stupid thing.

One thing I've never done in my life is kill a bird with my bare hands beside a pile of dead carcasses. That goes on my bucket list, with a check mark, didn't think I'd put that there though.

I began to feel my legs, my feet were a little numb though, and then my back, I felt the rocks digging into my back and spine like knives. It felt like I was one of those crazy guys who lay ontop of knives and needles and not get hurt. I have no clue how those guys pull that stuff off though, like one punch could put a needle or a knife through their head.

I began to feel my shoulders, then my face, and my neck. It was like my body was starting to work again, but in random places not like from head to toe.

When I could finally hear I didn't hear much, just the sound of the stupid crows, the sound of a dozen flies buzzing around, and a few voices off in the distance.

I didn't know if the voices I was hearing were good or bad, and at the moment I was really hoping it was my dad comming to save me, but as I remebered what really happened to me, I realized that what happened to me was a long hours ago, and that it was morning and that something in my gut told me he wasn't able to rescue me.

I knew with all my heart though, that my family wasn't dead, that my dad got them out safe, that he's in the city somewhere waiting for me to return if he doens't think I'm dead, which he should think, I'm his son he knows I too strong to die in a moment like last night even if I was terrified.

Everything that happened to me last night hit me in the face and I wanted my mom beside me to curl up against and cry with because I was scared.

"I'm sorry mom," I whispered softly. "I'm so sorry I didn't keep up."

I felt the tears slide down my face as I realized I had to move soon or something bad could happen like some guy with a gun walking over and noticing I wasn't really dead and decide to kill me on the spot.

I sat up slowly and once I was sitting I looked for a way to escape holding onto the sound of my mother's voice in my head telling me she loves me to keep me going, to make me want to escape and live and find her.

I had to find her, I had to find my mom...

"Hey You," James heard someone shout to his left, and James turned his head to see a man with a gun running over.

James looked around quickly knowing he'd sat too long thinking that he should of been escaping.

James saw a dumpster and a small space between it to get around the pile of carcasses and as he jumped to his feet, he felt so much pain, but he knew that if he didn't make it out of this spot he'd never see his mother ever again or see her smile or hear her voice.

So he shot forward, all the pain going to the wound in his left thigh, he dived between the wall and the dumpster and kept running, and running, and running...Till he heard nothing.

Till he saw the trees that marked the end of the city, till he was deep in the woods, till he felt safe, and he kept running...till everything went black.