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By Emma Lemieux
I crept into my father’s room. A slow smile spread across my face, like a dull knife scraping the last of its kill. Blood, such an idea gave me a chilly drip, down, down, down, my bony spine. He made me an outcast, he made me a slave. An ax in hand rusted to the very end, with a silver handle that cried in the night. But then I stopped. Slowly turned around, possessed by the spirit of freedom. With a quick jolt like a lion after it’s prey, I slammed my ax. Freedom at last. The window now shattered, while my excuse of a father snored. I ditched the ax and ran. He had held me captive in this woodland so long civilization hadn’t yet existed in my mind. Running at the speed of a cheetah I reached his truck, broke the window, and hotwired it. But when I reached the town it was empty. Nothing but a thick paste white that choked you. I looked over at a movie theater, which I hadn’t seen in years. But the posters were torn and the doors barricaded shut. But then I came across a coffee shop. The pasty windows covered in dirt made a shape. The shape got closer and closer. Then a man appeared, covered in blood wearing a hazmat suit holding a case of syringes labelled "COVID_CURE". The man tilted his head and said
“What are you doing without protection you could be…”
BANG!
A defining tone and another man emerged from the mist dressed the same but seemed slightly less worried.
“Gotta do what you gotta do,” he said, then picked up the case and limped away. I looked over to find a flashlight in the dead man’s belt. Taking it out, it cleared the mist to reveal hundreds. Hundreds of limbs and bodies, shot, bloody, ripped up and scattered. All in hazmat suits. Sadly it seems the outside world had gone mad, like me for the years I had been trapped alone with an abusive man.
“They have it!” shouted a young boy dressed in once again bloody hazmat suit. I blinked my eyes and had rifles all pointed in my direction.
“Who have you voted for” asked one of the men softly.
“ I’m only 15, I can’t vote”
“Then she doesn't matter then, besides I bet she’d vote the other way anyway,” one of the men said.
BANG!
White-hot light filled my eyes as I threw up blood and my heart raced to the end. My body slowly oozed like a bag of water until I was nothing, nothing but a pile of white light.
“What are you doing without protection you could be…”
BANG!
A defining tone and another man emerged from the mist dressed the same but seemed slightly less worried.
“Gotta do what you gotta do,” he said, then picked up the case and limped away. I looked over to find a flashlight in the dead man’s belt. Taking it out, it cleared the mist to reveal hundreds. Hundreds of limbs and bodies, shot, bloody, ripped up and scattered. All in hazmat suits. Sadly it seems the outside world had gone mad, like me for the years I had been trapped alone with an abusive man.
“They have it!” shouted a young boy dressed in once again bloody hazmat suit. I blinked my eyes and had rifles all pointed in my direction.
“Who have you voted for” asked one of the men softly.
“ I’m only 15, I can’t vote”
“Then she doesn't matter then, besides I bet she’d vote the other way anyway,” one of the men said.
BANG!
White-hot light filled my eyes as I threw up blood and my heart raced to the end. My body slowly oozed like a bag of water until I was nothing, nothing but a pile of white light.