A Journey for my DAD...

The Gas Station.

Two months later:

For the past two months after escaping the man with the gun, the pile of dead bodies, and the bomb that seperated me from my family I've been alone. I don't think the world has ever been this silent, this lonely, and this ruined before, if it has I think it might of happened in the bible somewhere.

But I don't think it's been this lonely before ever, in my time, in this day of age.

It was so silent and it was like I was the only one who survived, like I was the only man on earth. I wondered who the last women would be if there was one who was alive and not on the ground dead.

It was kind of depressing to walk down the silent streets, a sniper in my hands, trying to find any survivors, trying to find my parents, or trying to find somehow to get into the mall next door to maybe steel some nice clothes hopping that the mall isn't filled with the enemy, waiting for someone to come in for them to kill.

I haven't seen any of the enemy for about three days. I found one four days ago, in an old church of christ, praying to jesus like he went to church every sunday, ate the communion, and listened and cried in the preachers sermons, but no, he didn't, he killed the preacher, the preacher laid at his feet, holding nothing but the bible in his hands.

So I shot him, the first man I ever killed I shot him as he cried, and I feel like I commited the worst crime ever, shooting a man praying in church. But he deserved it, I guess because he slaughtered hundreds of people doing only what his leader had asked. When I shot him though, I took the bible with me, hoping to find solace and less lonely to have ti with me to read and to carry to not lose hope or faith that I'll find something. Maybe my family, refugees, or a safe place to sleep.

But now I'm waiting, searching for whatever I can find that needs to be found.

I spot a old gas station up ahead, McFarland is a small place, it's where those runners made a difference you know, in the movie, it's a great movie, I wonder when I can watch one again, what if no one can watch movies anymore, what if this really is the end. I kind of wish it ends like the breakfast club, or Rocky or Million Dollar baby (even if the main character died after begging her coach to end her life for her, kind of cruel). But I'm sure there's someone out there, I can't be alone, that'd be impossible, who'd give the whole world to a teenage kid like me who'd just go live at Bill Gates home and drive around those nice ass cars he's got wishing for some sort of sexual pleasure or something good to happen.

Like....

I froze in my steps when I saw the five people exiting the gas station, arms loaded with food, blankets, clothes, and cigarettes. Four of them, two men and two girls about my age, had snipers on their backs, the little one who looked about eight or ten held a teddy bear and a bunch of coloring books and a bag of chocolate.

I ran behind a car and dunked and watched as they got closer on the other side of the street, all cautious and quiet as they walked, looking everywhere.

I lean closer to the car and then boom, the car alarm goes off. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!!!!!!

I sit there for a bit to long and the next thing I know. I'm on the ground, a girl on top of my crotch, with a knife to my throat.

The car alarm goes off after I see one of the guyst break a window and click a few buttons.

I am speechless as I star up at the blond girl on top of me, her eyes are green. I can see something in them that use to be, like fear, but that fear looked as if it had disapeared and was replaced with fearlessness.

I was sure women such as her were once running for their lives until they realized if they wanted to survive they'd have to pick up a gun and deal with the shit.