All out of love

Chapter Five

Clay and I walked aimlessly around the town trying to find something we could bond over, all the places that were still open at this hour were just eateries and bars; everything was winding down for the night in the town as people were leaving the establishment they had spent the evening in.

After walking around the town centre Clay led us to an arcade centre that would be open for a couple more hours before it shut at midnight. Entering the building the place was buzzing with life inside as loud cheers echoed from the machines and players. Whilst walking around inside the arcade centre I noticed a couple of familiar faces that I had seen at Liberty High, the place seemed to be a hot spot for some of the students here.

Trailing behind Clay whilst going around the centre we stopped at a large computer game with a big screen which held two guns in the console unit, stepping up to the game I read the title of what this game is called; Zombie Apocalypse.

'You wanna play this one Mason' Clay asked kindly

'What do you have to do?'

'Survive as long as you can by shooting down all the zombies'

'Sounds easy enough' I exclaimed

'Oh it's not' he replied back. 'Hannah and I struggled to last more than ten minutes when we double up together on the hardest level'

The highest scoreboard screen flashed up on the monitor as I turned my attention to the board to see how difficult this game was, Clay and Hannah held the number one spot in the highest score rankings followed by a few more spots lower down the list in the top ten list

'And I though you hated zombies in general' I stated

'Because they are stupid Mason' Clay shrugged. 'Besides how do....how do you even know that?'

'Hannah told me one time what you said about zombies' I admitted. 'We both love zombie movies to bits'

'Well you two are welcome to them movies' Clay sighed deeply. 'Give me Freddy Krueger any day'

I couldn't help but chuckle a little at his remark at horror movies villains; I guess everyone has their preferences to what they prefer more. Clay stepped up to the arcade game besides me and inserted a couple of dollars into the console; he withdrew his blue gun and held a tight grip on the gun like he was ready to do battle with the zombies.

'Hey Mason, think fast' he exclaimed

Turning towards Clay as he holstered the blue gun in his hands, he playfully pulled the trigger on the gun at me which bullet shell sounds firing out of the machine's speakers erupted. The loud sound disillusioned my concentration around me and everything had shifted before my very eyes, like I was thrown back to a couple of years ago with an encounter with my father and a gun....

Walking into the house after a quite horrible day at school I found my father drunkenly passed out in his reclining chair, looks like he had skipped another day from work to spend time on the booze; I don't know what's more embarrassing finding him passed out again or having one of his co-workers coming up to me at lunch asking if I knew where he was in front of all my friends

Taking quiet steps towards the reclining chair I couldn't tell if he was alive or not from the lack of breath he was taking, bending over I placed my ear near his mouth so I could hear if my father was breathing. Putting my index and middle finger together I reached for my father's neck and checked for a pulse, the slight pressure from my fingers on his neck startled him as he grabbed my wrist and yanked it away from him

My father threw me a couple of feet in front of him whilst pulling out his pistol from his jean trousers; he stood over me whilst I was on the floor and lined up his shot