The Lost: The Worst War of My Life

Chapter Nine

"Drop the fucking gun! I'm not gonna ask you again!" Blackman continues yelling at this guy.
I notice a movement in the corner of my eye, but don't think anything of it. I can't take my eyes off this guy that's about to kill Parker. I finally look over and notice it's the kid. Something is different. Instead of looking incident like before he looks demonic. He's coming straight for Parker and the father.

"What the fuck?" Jeffery yells out.

The kid then takes a chunk out of the fathers shoulder. With his mouth like he bit him. All of our eyes open wide and we just freeze. The Dad starts screaming, but his pleas for the son to stop are quickly taken over by gunshots in their direction.

They're both dead.

We quickly get out of the house and run for the truck and drive off.

"What the hell just happened?" Parker ask.

We don't answer and just keep driving trying to get our minds off of it.

After a couple hours me and Blackman change seats so I can get some sleep. We're about 2 hours from Columbus and I figure I'll need to be rested. I can't sleep instead I just keep playing the event over and over in my head. Like what was that thing? It was some kind of monster. I finally doze off for what seemed like 5 minutes before I'm jolted out of my sleep. I look around and see nothing just crumbled buildings and fire.

"Did it happen to them too?" Parker ask.

"Who knows, the bombs were dropping everywhere." Blackman answers.

"But in Columbus it just makes no sense. Like who the hell is in Columbus?" I ask.

"Lebron is." Parker answers.

We all let out a huge laugh before Blackman corrects Parker.

"That's Cleveland you dumb shit."

"Same difference asshole."

"Ok guys let's stop and try to get some supplies we still got a long way to Ada." I butt in.

We pull over at a gas station right in the heart of Columbus. The store looks empty or savaged I should say.

"HQ...... HQ this Delta 401 do you hear me?" Blackman says over the radio.

No answer.

"Still no answer."

We all have a worried looks on our faces.

"If bombs did drop maybe we lost connection." Jeffery answers.

"Look we'll try again later, right now we need supplies." I tell everyone before climbing out the truck.

We walk inside guns up and ready to fire. Myself leading, Blackman behind me, followed by Jeffery, and then Parker.

"Nothing, not even a can of fucking soup." Blackman says breaking the silence.

"Are you honestly surprised?" I ask him.

"No, but shit I want something besides this dried up military crap."

We continue to look with no prevail.

"Hey guys, come look at this." Parker yells to everyone.

We come over to see a body lying face down. It's a girl obviously. She has blonde hair but we can't see anything else.

"She had a nice ass atleast." Jeffery says while laughing.

"You think it was those things?" Parker questions with a sudden shudder.

"No these are gunshot wounds. She was shot in the back." I answer.

"But from who?" Blackman responds with a worried look.

Right then headlights beam through the windows to the store. We all dive into cover aiming out the window ready to shoot and ask questions later. Three men all military get out of the humvee guns aiming right at us.

"State your fraction!"  Blackman yells out.

No answer.

"State your fraction!"

No answer again.

Right then another guy hops out the passenger side. He's middle age maybe 40 with a cigar in his mouth. Clean cut fade but turning grey. Also a clean cut beard.

"What the fuck is this?" Jeffery ask.

"These are our shooters."