The Fall From Grace

Prologue 
I've always hated the news. My parents however, couldn't get enough if it. To me, the news nowadays was just middle aged men rambling on about all the bad things in the world. And on the rare occasion they did inform the people about something good, they talked about it for 45 seconds and went right back to the usual: a murder, a kidnapping, you get the picture. So when I visited my parents house last week it was no surprise that they had Fox News on in the background. My parents were both politically red but they weren't the kind of conservatives to go rambling on about how the government was putting chips in people or yelling about how terrible democrats are. And that was really nice. I think we can unanimously agree that people who do participate in previously stated affairs are generally more right wing. Personally, I hated politics, if you were wondering. But regardless, we were sitting in their living room when a news reporter started mundanely reading breaking news out loud. Apparently, there was a mother playing with her two sons in her Chicago home when a rock flew through her window. Neighbors reported screaming, and blunt objects strike floors, walls, and people. They heard a door opening, possibly a backyard door, and after this quick three minute terror, they dialed 911. The neighbors did not choose to release a statement, nor have the officers and the Chief of Police, who quickly arrived at the scene. However, the official police report has been released. Apparently, two men with sharp weapons, likely axes, had thrown a chunk of cement that broke of the sidewalk through the largest window. They quickly entered, and did something terrible. They used the axe and chopped off one of her sons arms and leg. They then moved on to the other child, and they drove the axe into the poor boys chest and the other man decapitated him. The later chopped of the mothers limbs and chunk of her skull. They busted down the back door, and left. The motives were unknown, and the late widows husband had died 7 years ago. She was 30, the children were 4 and 6. "Oh my God" was all my mother could say. But, then again, what are you supposed to say. My mother began to sob. She was a very emotional woman. My father tried consoling her, but his eyes started to become wet. "Why don't you leave, son. We need some space. Text us when you get home so I know you make it home alright." We all hugged and said goodbye and drove home. Buy before i left i couldn't help but notice the painting my family has had for years. It was of my ancestors. A man and a princess were forced to sail a ship and they fell in love. I believe they tryed to settle down in the colonies but the British found them. They had one five year old child that was given to the neighbors. The radio was playing one of my favorite songs, but I turned it off anyway. I drove the hour and a half home in silence. And as I drove past the football fields of corn, I realized I hated it here. It was too quiet. I wanted to return to my apartment right in the middle of downtown Chicago. When I got there I settled in by getting changed and making some tea. I then texted my parents telling them I was alright, but it never said they say it. So I called them and it rung for 30 seconds, and all I heard was the dial tones and the same thing here when I call my friends dead phone: The number you are trying to call has not set up a voice mail, At the tone, please leave a message. Maybe they decided they weren't going to talk anyone. 30 minutes go by and I get a call from the North Utica police department.

The Tunnels
I'm not sure you picked up on that. Long story short, my parents died. The weapons used were long, sharp, and easy to use. They were murdered in their own home crying. They were found in a pool of blood. But that was a week ago. I wish I had time to mourn them, but I'm much too busy. Hell, everyone in Northeastern Illinois was. The murders started the day before my parents died. With the mother and her sons. For the past week, small groups of men were breaking into houses and murdering everyone inside in cold blood. About 650,000 people have died. Nobody knew how many men with axes there were.. The bodys were countless, and you couldn't go out in public without being murdered. Me and some refugees built a small hidden network of tunnels to hide from the murderers. The tunnels reach from the Chase Bank building to the soup kitchen and the subway. They also had secret weapons hidden in fake walls throughout the tunnels such as rifles, pistols, knives, and what we had the most of; axes. We had ambush teams that quickly intercepted convoys. They brought back axes. Sometimes they themselves didn't come back. We have plenty of matches and electricity. However, we needed candles just in case. To solve this, we quickly formulated a plan. They would each bring a 9mm on the subway. If any axemen (oh right! Forgot to tell you. We call them axemen) boarded the subway, our supply team will quickly take care of that. They will later take supplies from stores such as food and candles. About 300 men live here, 270 women, and 400 children all crammed into these tunnels. Everyone did their share here but wait. I can hear something. It sounds like, a giant boom. I decided to go examine, but then I saw axemen. But with new, louder weapons. Chainsaws. That was yesterday. Let me tell you all about it.