Daddy's Little Ass Kicker

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Screams flooded from the kitchen, I looked for the security guard because he kept a gun, I didn't see him so I grabbed my already sharpened chefs knife and made my way to the classrooms and then the kitchen. I saw a crackhead who probably had taken too many bath salts and was eating my classmate Sean's face off. I tried to speak to the woman but she just started to walk towards me. I took my knife and I shoved it in her skull, like I saw in movies. I looked outside, there were several more things like the woman in the kitchen. I knew what was happening, doomsday, the end of the world, SHTF. I grabbed my bags and ran as fast as I fucking could to my car, my 2006 Honda Accord shitbag.

    I hit the lock button as soon as I got in. I drove as fast and I could to my sister Abby's high school and called her. "What class are you in?" I asked. "Mrs Ventura's." she murmured. "Meet me in the Auditorium and grab your shit." I boomed. I went to the same piece of shit school myself, I knew the place like the back of my hand, I even had Mrs Ventura myself. We met in the auditorium. "I'm going to open these doors and we are going to run as fast as we can to my car, do not look back" I said with my hands on my knees and out of breath. "Give me your shit, I can run faster", said I.  We counted "1, 2, 3, RUN!" We bolted, we had ran as fast as humanly possible, we made it.
    "Call our parents, tell them to meet us at the house, NOW!" I yelled. I called my grandparents (Mimi and Papaw) to notify them that we would be at their house in an hour, and to tell them that the world has gone to shit. You see, I had already planned for this ever since Trump was elected. I have bug out bags for me and my dog, ready to go. My dog, Tari is a Pomeranian, he is my son, he is my life I'd die before I'd let him get hurt. My parents, James my dad and Melissa my stepmom arrived shortly after we got home.

    I brought Tari, our bug out bags and a few other necessities and sentimental things and brought them down stairs. I went back upstairs to tell my sister what to pack, I ran down the stairs again to pack up the kitchen. I grabbed every piece of food and packed it up, I didn't know if the power would stay on at our house but I know that Mimi and Papaw had generators and dad has a lot of gas stored in his garage because he worked at an oil plant. I packed the canned goods, then the snacks and chips, then the refrigerated items and finally the frozen items. We piled all the bags in the living room, by the front door. "Grab the first aid kit, and Dad grab ALL of your guns and let's get the hell out of here" I yelled.   

     I quickly swapped my nice Micheal Kors jacket for my pink studded leather jacket. I threw off my ballerina flats, put on socks and my rose gold Timberlands and grabbed my knife kit from Culinary school. I put my beautiful pink AK over my shoulder and I was ready to rock and fucking roll. Someone had to stand guard while the rest of us packed up all three cars. Melissa stood guard and watched the neighborhood for the face eating crack heads and people who wanted to steal our shit. I handed her my AK and said "Do not take a chance. If you see someone walking towards is with ill intent, shoot them. I have an ass load of bullets, do not be afraid"
    The first thing I grabbed was Tari in his heavy duty metal wire cage, I put him in the back. I grabbed our bug out bags and threw them in there. I grabbed the food and put that in the trunk. My Dad grabbed his bags and all of his guns and the huge oil drum of gas put them into his 97' baby blue Chevy truck. My step mom and step sister grabbed their bags and the first aid kit stuff while I stood guard. They all got in their cars safely, dad covered my tail as I ran for my car, putting my gun in the drivers seat. We headed off on back roads in Georgia to get to my grandparents house, they lived way out in the country. "Papaw has a lot of guns as well as my Dad and I. We should be fine for a little while", I thought.