When all hell breaks loose

Chapter 3: Guy the Jack*ass

          Chapter Three: Guy the Jacka*ss

        We were about a bit less from half way to the city. Travis and I had gotten past many stores without being seen, meaning that whoever these people were moved from town to town very quickly. But why wouldn’t they? 

        Travis told me that it wasn’t on the news. He found out when he went to the window to put a DVD in the DVD player, and he saw a guy get stabbed. Despite the heat, Travis was a good guy… so he went outside only to notice dozens of dead bodies. He rushed inside before anyone could see him.

        If these people were not expected to be coming, there was no way for civilians to survive. I saw a couple dead police too. Of course we didn’t pass the opportunities of stealing the Tasers, but the guns were out of bullets. And we didn’t have time to carry useless objects in hope of making them useful. This was for real, in every town. We were in some sort of apocalypse!

        An annoyingly-ish, loud sound filled the atmosphere as my bat scraped against the pavement. Other than that it was silent. There was a microscopic tugging in my gut but I ignored it, when it starts growing then I will alert myself.

        I took two gulps from my water bottle before leaning over and poring some on my face.

        “Hey Travi-” I was cut off when I tripped over my own foot, hitting my head on my knee, and then ended up doing a split. But the thing is, I can’t split sooooo…. 

        There was a pause. “Travis help! Damn!” his smile grew even wider and he started laughing. Very hard. “It’s not even that funny!”

        He staggered over to me and grabbed my hand.  Instead of pulled me up, he pulled me to the side, and while still doing a split, I skidded and then fell over. I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t in so much pain. I rolled on the floor while Travis laughed at me.

        After a few seconds I did a push up, and brought my knees to my wrists into a kneeling position. Travis, for the second time, grabbed my hand, and properly pulled me up. I smiled. I haven’t seen Travis laugh so hard since a couple days before this whole terrorist thing happened.

        We would die laughing like that every day. I got abs from laughing so hard. We continued walking. I had forgotten what I was going to say to Travis, and knowing that it was almost important, almost, I tried to remember what it was.

        Desperately trying to catch my runaway words, I retraced my steps in my head, but accidently got caught up in memories. At first I would smile, but then I would get depressed because I might not ever experience that type of happiness again.  I would go from depressed, to angry, frustrated, then I would get determined and then okay with it.

        I repeated this for almost every scene that flashed in my head. It was worse than a break up. Pulling my hair in front of my face, I tried to hide myself from Travis, although I’m pretty sure he already saw. If he didn’t he would probably be blabbing on about something to me right now.

        I was pretty tired of being a hot mess so I caught myself and averted my attention to trying to figure out what might be happening.

        Are these crazy people terrorists? Have anything to do with the government? This couldn’t be a war… we would have known about it. Rebels maybe? I soon felt better, and sobered up. It was then when I felt my gut twist. Stumbling a bit, I looked round. There definitely was something wrong here. And I think Travis could tell too.