Life After Death

11

"We have gathered here today, to mourn the loss of Libby and Venessa Horton, Harold Adams, Ella Brookes, Aiden Wrap, Chase littlemen, Jan Carter, Kal Bride." Jason held Laura in his arms, he looked down as tears rolled down his face.

The preacher, Jeff, named out many more names. A long line of wooden crosses were lined against the fence. The funeral service took 3 hours, naming everyone and their loved ones saying stuff about them. As soon as it finished, Matias locked himself in his room. He wouldn't talk to anybody, not even Laura, he would come out to eat. Everyday, someone would put a tray of food by his door and it would be empty a few hours later.

Knock, Knock, Knock. No answer. "Dad" Laura said, "Please come out". Still no answer. "We're going to their base, the ones who killed Mom and Venessa, we're gonna get them back" silence. "Well...bye, I love you" Laura said sadly, she walked back down the hallway and to the fence, where a armored bus was waiting.

Reid was passing out guns to everyone boarding. "How is he?" He asked when she stepped up, "still unresponsive" she avoided eye contact to keep herself from crying. "I'm sorry" he said sadly. He handed her an Ar-15. She smiled faintly, then turned towards the bus.

"Hey" Jason walked towards her, "Hey"  She said quietly. He pulled her into a hug. "You sure your up for this?" He said into her hair. "I'm sure" she whispered to hide her shaky voice. "Babe, are you reall-" "Yes!" She cut him off. "I wanna get revenge on these worthless pieces of trash!" She started to cry. "Laura, I'm sorry, I just". She shook her head. "No, I'm sorry" she walked of towards the bus.

"Give her some time man" Jason turned around to see a guy, he'd never spoken to. He was tan and muscular, he had a Australian accent. He wore a blue button up shirt, and black jeans. "I'm Steve!" He extended his hand. Jason shook it, "I'm Jason". Steve spoke again, "Yeah, I've heard about you, stepping up after Harold dying" Jason nodded and said "yeah, it's-" he was cut off by Craig. "Guys, c'mon!". "Well, Jason" Steve said, "It was nice meetin' ya mate" he shook his hand one more time then turned to board the bus.

He took a seat next to Laura. "You?-" "Yes, Jason!" She looked at him, aggravated. "I was gonna ask if your ready!" Her face quickly changed, "oh, yeah. I'm nervous though." She grabbed his hand, "I'm sorry about earlier, it's just.." "I know" he cut in, "I know how you feel" The last person boarded and the engine started up, "It's Okay"

Lizzie and another guy, Dave, watched from the trees as the bus drove down the road. "Boss" She said "they're coming, get ready" Jared smiled "Thank you Lizzie" he hooked the radio back on his belt, then turned around to the rest of his men. "Set the traps!"

"Alright, we're almost there!" Damon said from the drivers seat, everyone loaded their guns and put the barrels through small holes of the covered up windows. Lizzie took a deep breath, "I'm gonna kill you, Jared" she whispered "slowly".

They rolled up by the gates, but instead of finding any enemies, they found something way more horrific. Small cages with people crammed inside, naked, bruised and so skinny their ribs could be played like xylophones. "Oh god.." Reid said, someone threw up. They all cautiously got out, guns raised.  Zhang got a pair of hedge trimmers and ran over to the cages, he freed each one of them. In the last cage, there was a women, still skinny and bruised, but she had clothes on.

Zhang grabbed her gently, "c'mon, it's okay". The women pushed him away, "No! Don't, its-" Zhang interrupted her, "It's Okay, we're the good guys!" She tried to push him off, but he was to strong. "Damon! Help me get her!" Damon slung his gun to his back and ran over to help. Together, they carried her to the bus.

They sat her down on a seat, Damon went to comfort her. "No, please don't!" She cried. "Hey, it's okay,-" he heard a static. He lifted her shirt, revealing a walkie talkie and a c4. Terror swept across his face. "Everyone Get ba-" Before he could finish, it detonated.