Finding Us: The Apocalypse

At The Dead

Life is not a movie, like movies always seemed to blow everything out of proportion, from getting shot, i guess everyone knows that by now. There's no fun in getting shot, its extremely painful, a bullet to the wrong place could only lead to a painful slow death, with the blood pressure dropping rapidly not being able to breathe, like every breath taken after being shot, not talking about the bullet wounds(those to the lower body).

Any bullet wound to the upper body is mostly fatal, but one could always get lucky, really lucky to have the bullet penetrate and exit without touching any vital organs. Yeah extremely painful but the chances of survival would extremely increase, not in that way, one had to have paramedics waiting on, or it was all going to the shit hole.

Its funny how they made it look so easy, this has slowly been grown into us after watching so much, after all there was only so less of witnessed live shootings, if you witnessed one i guess one wouldn't blabber about but seek therapy, it was that horrific. One just never got to see it happen eye to eye. Here is how it was, first the bullet never penetrates the body perfectly, its not uncommon(that's sickening), then was the sound of impact, more sickening too.

The scene was extremely crowded, necks craned, everyone wanted to have a look however horrifying it was. An amazing phenomenon really.

Somehow Emma Stewart was alive but she had passed out on the wet slimy floor, now surrounded by hordes of shouting students, someone had to calm those mother fuckers down.

What happens to criminals who are so hurt or shaken to be taken in, of course nothing happens, they are bundled up like the scum they are and taken in ruthlessly.

They were taking her in.

Emma was slowly gaining consciousness, passing out had saved her life as she had slumped onto the floor thus saving herself from the bullets. The two shots had narrowly missed her burying themselves hard into the wall, they could as well as be buried into her skull.

She looks up her vision badly blurred, couldn't even see a fucking inch, her palms hurt due to the impact on the cold floor, her skirt hiked obscenely. She is dirty, wet and confused.

They were looking at her shell shocked, how could she kill, but Emma felt set free, nothing was sweeter than the feeling of freedom, finally she was herself, she was what she meant to be, she enjoyed it. She likes it, the blood, the looks of horror on those faces, finally she had wiped that eternal smirk that she so hated seeing, so much that she couldn't stand it, she didn't care, they could take her wherever they wanted after all her life had ended as soon as it had started.

"No!!!!, that's not who i am," she was screaming frantically, so hopeless that it seemed pitiful. She tried to block those thoughts away.

"Am not a cold blooded killer, that's not what i am, it was all an accident," she speaks to herself again, her voice faltering, not being able to find the right words.

"An accident really, an accident, if this is what you fucking call this unfathomable evil then you must as be mad as a hatter," the senior policeman, a hurried middle aged man with a twirled mustache which he had an OCD to twirl ever few seconds said with a finality.

"Seize her!" he shouted to the other junior cops and left the scene the students paving way for him, chattering about not knowing what to make of the events.

It was madness, he thought, what was really going on he didn't know, the girl though extremely weird and far was pretty and still a minor, what a pity to throw a life away. Maybe the jury would be merciful but that was a tale for another day.

Taking someone in was easy, they would read her the Miranda rules, put cuffs on her then march her over to the waiting police cars, a long walk really, this school was huge, and every where they walked they were being watched with contempt.