Survivor's Guilt Book 1 The Breaking Of An Old System

Chapter 10: "Sid" Conflict Resolution

Present time, November 2nd, 2008.

Lloyd grabbed him fiercely with everything he had, "Why are we being targeted by the government and just what the hell is going on?"

He smiled insanely, "My name is Vizard Bowers and I can only tell you children one thing. You're all going to die for a great and noble cause that I consider a revolution. We spared you all for now cause we believe survivors will carry the guilt. Guilt eats you like a virus and cannot easily be overcome"

Vizard widened his arms and smirked, "I and my colleges have all joined an organization used to gather and watch the fabric of reality break a new empire from the ashes and flames that'll devour you whole."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He sounded like he worshipped evil. So I immediately punched him in the face; knocking him out. I believe Lloyd was right about everything and maybe it's just time to go.

Before we continued the interrogation I looked around, "Where is Greg? Your fearless leader."

Journey looked towards the trees, "He abandoned us and basically left us to die when another man showed up starting trouble. We hid and he ran."

I look at Journey, "Now you tell me, I knew I couldn't trust you guys especially that damn Greg."

Krystal pushed me, "The guy was looking for you."

Leo throws a rock at Draco, "Draco, Mr.Rapper over there, almost snitched but either way we didn't know where you at."

Caster came from behind us,"Have any of you seen my Tamara, she was here a while ago then disappeared."

I glared at him saying," I don't care, you know what...I'm leaving, and you guys can deal with this on your own for now."

Andrew put his hand on my shoulder," You're just going to abandon us?"

I smack his hand off of my shoulder, "You all abandoned me first!"

I decided to leave the group and go make a solo plan. I walked around for an hour down near where I got abducted. I found something valuable. It was a crate full of weapons. Still angry and irritated I grabbed some guns.

I immediately started running towards the fortress. I shot the whole area full of rounds until my hands started to get tired. I then used a flamethrower and burned a lot of lands. I set most of the trees near the building ablaze. As I hurt the environment, I felt every melting pain and sorrow fade away.

After I was done I quickly ran in the opposite direction that eventually led me to a cliff. I stopped and turned and began to gaze into the flames.

I was getting stuck in muse, "Maybe this world cannot be saved!!!"

I breathe heavily, "The damages have already been done and there's probably nothing left for any of us to go to anyway. Damn the government!" I echoed in my head.

I yelled out of anger and grief for what has been done. I stopped looking at the flames and began to start walking closer to the high cliff over the ocean. I sat at the top of the cliff and looked at my reflection in the puddle near it.

I started to ask myself, "What would you do big bro? If you were in my crazy situation."

I tried so hard to let those memories go but they just kept appearing in my head. I began to bust out in tears that started to fall, smacking in the puddle. I told myself I've been doing everything all wrong. Trying to save the society. Trying to save my mother.

Failing my siblings horribly. This world doesn't even want to change, so why try and change it. I start to descend into multiple flashbacks. I see my younger siblings leaving with their father. He grew tired of her addiction problem constantly growing at a rapid rate. I see my mother being sucked further and further into depression which the addiction seemed to alleviate.

I see my oldest brother lying dead in front of me. He was always full of life with some reckless tendencies, yes but I never doubted he cared for us. Brother I know you wouldn't have killed mom. We all watched her fall and couldn't do anything about it. It hurt you the most didn't it big brother cause you didn't wanna lose the women who were your heart.

Ever since then she wasn't the same. I and my older brother ended up finding out that there is a guy supplying her with it. This drug that causes you to be an emotionless, drowsy slob. One day a man shows up at our doorstep and has a conversation with mom. After that day she went full-on addiction. I try to fight the tears rolling down my eyes.

I tried my damn hardest to stop my mom from following the same path as our father who died from a disease caused by the addiction he was on. It was the most unbearable thing I ever experienced in my life. To watch them slowly but surely fade away like a cloud in the distant sky. I failed at being a son because I allowed them to get that far. Son's are supposed to protect their mothers.

I heard a noise but I didn't pay it mind because I just thought it was another hallucination.

I backed up, my feet fighting with the rocks beneath my shoes. My eyes couldn't capture reality right away. I was traumatized.

"Sid!!!" someone far away yelled.

I quickly turned my head towards him, breathing heavily. I saw a guy wielding a gun, aiming it at me. I felt my eyelids expand and my mouth opened wide before quickly putting my hands over it. I breathed on my hands and I could hear myself breathing before hearing a gun fire.

I looked down, believing I was dead before feeling a knife pierce me in my hand. I couldn't see who it was and then I was pushed off the cliff. While falling due to the extreme pressure that the momentum I had, it was hard to breathe. I blacked out when my head smacked into the water.