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My counterparts stared at me like I was completely insane. I had never really been one to go out and look for a fight. But, this “savior” asshole had really made my blood boil, and I wanted to get even.

I already had one mans blood on my hands, and as much as I hated to admit it: I don’t mind the idea of getting his on me either. I looked over to K whose eyebrow was still arched, and her mouth was slightly gaped like she didn’t know exactly what to say. P’s eyes looked to the ground and T’s eyes still had been glued onto me.

“What?” I asked, still fuming

“You want to send him to hell?” K blurted

“No, I will send him to hell. I just want to know if you all have my back.” I rebutted

T to my surprise was the first to walk up to me. His hand extended.

“I am so down for this.” he laughed a little.

I grinned and looked at P who just nodded. I then looked at K again who’s eyebrow had finally settled to its normal place on her head. She was looking at me with curiosity.

“You idiots would all die if I wasn’t here.” she finally spoke

“Yeah, you are most likely right.” I told her.

To me, it meant the union was still in place, and I began to walk the opposite way back down the hallway. They followed behind me as I peered back around the corner.

“Now, I am pretty sure he is still here somewhere.” I said aloud to them

“Well his office was in this building.” K added

I pressed my back against the walls as we walked down them. I had no idea what that was supposed to really do, but I had always seen secret agents, and military men do that in the movies. So, I figured it had to be helpful in some way or another. We are so completely out of our elements…just last week my biggest concern was how to afford my electric bill. Now I am planning to kill a man. Premeditated murder was illegal a few days ago. I wonder what the situation will call for if we survived?

I heard a few voices coming towards us. We paused like video game characters. I grabbed the nearest doorknob and quickly jiggled it, hoping it would open. For the first time in several days someone up there liked me, and the door opened. I signaled for everyone and they all rushed in, as did I. Looking around quickly at the room, i can see it used to belong to a pencil pusher. It had the desk pressed against the wall and was now torn apart. Cracked frames on the walls show what used to be a happy family. I had a half smile on my face looking and thinking of happier times. Snapping back from my thoughts, I closed the door as quietly as possible and pressed my ear up, hoping to hear a conversation.

“Almost time for the pit?” One person said

“Yeah, almost. “ someone responded.

I wanted to grab the gun from K and just shoot them both. But, I knew we couldn’t afford the noise. We needed to be careful. We are stepping on a lot of boundaries here, and to be honest I wasn’t too sure how to go about doing this to begin with. I held my breath for a few moments until I couldn’t hear the footsteps any longer.

“We have got to be more careful.” P whispered

“Glad to be a member of the family now?” T said draping his arm around P’s shoulder

“Heh, you know I am.” P laughed lightly

Both K and I joined in. It was nice to let the sense of normalcy happen. As normal as hiding in an office covered in the blood of man I murdered with my “family”, and one of them holding an semi automatic that…I will be honest; I still had no idea how to use. Yep, the new normal seemed pretty crappy. So its time to enjoy the little things. I walked over to the wall and stretched up and yanked a smoke detector off the wall. Taking out the batteries and putting them in my pocket.

I sat down on the wall and lit up a cigarette. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

“You guys know this isn’t a good idea, right?” I asked

“It was your idea.” K smirked sitting next to me

P and T both walked over.

“So who cares if its a good idea or not?” T added

He reached in and “borrowed” a cigarette

“We might as well fight then run away. We have been doing way too much of that.” he continued taking a deep drag.

“Besides this guy is a monster, B.” P snuck a drag of of T’s cig

“Just so you guys know…you can go. I am sure I could meet up with you.” I told them with complete honestly

“Yeaaaah, not gonna happen.” K stole my cigarette taking a drag

“We are in this together.” she added

I liked that idea more then I would care to admit. How could I have doubted that they would have my back? I stood up and extended my hand to K who took it. I put out my cigarette on the floor, and faced them.

“So whats the plan?” I asked

“Go at them like we are playing Call of Duty, and leave no one standing.” T said

“That sounds great. But, we only have one gun.” I laughed

“I am sure she is a better shot then you, wall murderer.” P smiled

Then it was decided exactly what we would have to do. Stay watching each others backs. Find some weapons fast, attack, and get the fuck out of dodge. Some plans really needed to be properly thought out. But, we had been running on empty for so long that this was the best we could come up with.

Slowly opening the door and didn’t see anything, so I signaled to everybody to follow me. Slowly, K took the lead, seeing as she was the only one of us armed. We had decided to try to see if any of the other rooms had weapons in them. As K stood watch we opened the doors one by one to see if we could get our mitts on anything helpful.

Finally we found a collection of the most ineffective weapons from what I could only call a janitor closet. Including a mop. But, this isn’t an 80’s adventure game, so I know it won’t really help. Not even if it was gold.

With K still taking watch for us I started to sift a little harder. I had never been much of a person to pay attention when I took my science classes, but I always did have a very destructive edge to me. Then I saw exactly what I wanted. I saw Clorox Bleach!

Many years ago when I was a reckless teen my friends and I had experimented with “bombs”. The basic stuff I still believe most teens do when they have way to much free time, access to a local hardware store, and a wooded area. Now we had done pipe bombs, and even tons of degrees of smoke bombs. Now one we had been afraid to try due to the warnings of death stayed in our head. It contained things we would all find under our sink. One of them being bleach.

Now I was like a man possessed! I started to look over everything with the bottle of bleach firmly in my hands. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“B what are you doing?” It was T

“I am looking for Ammonia.” I said

T gave me a puzzled look as it seemed like his train of thought was still boarding the station. Suddenly a glint of memory popped in his head. He moved into the closet as well.

“I gotcha” he said and looked through the other shelves.

With K’s back to us, watching to insure we don’t die anytime, her voice popped up.

“Mind clueing me in?” She asked

I smiled at her even though she couldn’t see it.

“K, remember how I told you a long time ago I could make a bomb of sorts with the stuff under your sink?

“Yeah, I remember” she said

“Well this one is a doozy…and deadly.”

P had a look that let him say without words that I was insane. I am okay with him thinking that at the time. I could have just saved our weaponless selves.

“Come on, K you are smarter then we are.” T said still digging

“Found some face masks.” I told to T

“That might help if we held our breath.” He said

“Maybe.” I added

I looked up for a moment from the ground, and P looked pretty worried as he looked over to K. She turned her head and looked as two of her boys slowly and as quietly as possible rummaged through cleaning equipment.

“Seriously guys.” she said

“Well, we are going to be mixing two chemicals together. The gas they give off can kill pretty fucking quick.” I said

“Depending on how much you use.” T added

“And we will use it all.” I said smiling

K’s eyes kept darting between the two of us. I guess the idea of mass murder could be an ideal that takes a while to get used to. To think I used to be the most heavily moraled.

K handed the gun off to P and took steps towards us and rested her hands on each of our shoulders. We both slowly met her eyes.

“Do you two have any idea what you are doing?” she asked calmly.

I look over to T and he looked back at me. We had shared similar adventures in our previous life without knowing each other (we grew up on opposite sides of the country), and it was a common bond between the two of us. We had “the spark” that could easily be turned on that neither of us could properly control until we got older.

K continued to look at us waiting for us to give her some confirmation that our idea stood a chance of working. All I could do was look back at her and smile.

“Well, we know what to do if that helps.” I told her

“Explain now” she wanted her answers

“Well, I never did it before. I know T hasn’t either.” I told her

“Well then why try it now!?” P asked from outside

“Because we have no other ideas.” I tried to sound calm

I really did. I didn’t want them to know I had no idea how much to add. I was just going by idea of the method. Every time I wanted to try this way back in the day, the same imaginary conclusion happened. Me dying, and personally I was not and I am still not a fan of that idea.

“Besides if we gotta die, lets take those fucks with us.” T said with his trademark grin

“Agreed.” I said

K’s arms still placed firmly on our shoulders. T’s other hand rose and pointed high on the top shelf. I turned my head and saw he saw a green bottle labeled “Ammonia”. I turned, and while I had to go on my tippy toes to reach, I was able to get it. It was a big bottle that matched that of our bleach.

“This is going to cause some serious damage.” I said almost giddy

“Man, we are going to need to run fucking fast.” T added

“Guys…” P said almost in whisper

“What?” K asked

He backed back into the closet and closed the door. It was a cramped fit. Slowly, I turned out the light.

“I think they noticed we’re gone.” He added

We heard what sounded like a stampede running down the hallways. We all held our breath. Hoping this was another issue. Anything. Just don’t notice we are gone yet please.

“Prisoners have escaped, missing, assumed to still be on premises!” we heard a voice

“1 guard killed in duty.” another sharp voice yelled

“WHAT!? Find them, And then bring them to me!” We heard his voice

The Savior found out we had gone missing and he was looking for us as well. This would become even more interesting.

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Who knew that trespassing would carry such a high degree of sentence. I think we all looked at him like he was completely insane (a title I am sure we all felt would be completely true.) He had this smirk on his face I wanted to reach over and smack off. He brought his hands across his chest and had a smile that one would think he actually had won World War 2 all by himself.

“Savior? don’t you think that is a little drastic?” I asked

“Why would you think that you can trespass on ones chosen land during the apocalypse and not be punished, heathen?” He spouted

“Chosen land?” I said dryly

“Yes little lady! This is HIS chosen land! We have survived he spoke to me! We fought! we won!” his face was getting red as he spoke with passion.

“You won?” I said

“Yes, son. we won! Notice no walking dead? NOTHING! I brought firepower to this town and I am keeping it alive in his name! You come here uninvited with your plague and think I will let that happen? Not a chance!” he spouted with venom.

He slowly reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out a walkie talkie. He smiled again at us.

“I am sorry to do this kid, I really am. But how else will you learn? Maybe in the next life you will be wiser.”

He moved right behind us seeming to forget we had even been there. He was quite for a few moments then began to speak into his walkie talkie.

“Yes, the prisoners have been convicted come collect them when…” his sentence had gotten cut off.

We had all been standing there like complete statues as he spoke, when I saw K flinch. I figured it could have been due to complete aggravation but I didn’t expect what I saw from her next. She turned to him when his back was turned to us. Smiling a smile that almost glowed she sprang and she pounced on his back knocking him to the ground.

He had begun to try and fight back by the time I had gotten to her side. He had his meatloaf of a fist ready to direct at K when he got a kick to the side of the head. I figured this sort of a situation would be no different then a mosh pit.

As I tried to give in a living mans cranium with my boot, I stopped. P and T had approached and pulled K off of the man. He seemed to be out cold.

“Is he dead?” T asked

P reached down to check on his breathing, but hesitated when he checked for a heartbeat. Slowly lowering his head down.

“I am sure he is okay.” He said blankly

I looked down at the man I had bludgeoned with a bit of sadness. It seems like the end of the world is a lot more complicated then it would seem. Survival of the fittest is easier to think about when you aren’t the one attacking.

The Savior just laid there motionless for a few moments. We needed to collect ourselves, discuss our next step. Anything. We heard the door open. I turned to look as the doorknob slowly moved. Whoever was on the other side knew something was happening.

The doorknob stopped moving and we all held our breath. Must stay calm, don’t move a damn muscle. I looked over to K who was looking back at me and smiled. I guess she knew something I didn’t, I looked at T who’s eyes were completely focused on the door knob, then I looked at P, who’s eyes seemed stuck on the laying figure of the Savior.

I could hear whispering. I closed my eyes, and I knew we where in so much more trouble. I remembered those men from earlier and knew that would be them on the other side of the door.

I looked over to my friends and all eyes were glued to the door. I let out a small snicker. Their eyes turned to me.

“Lets go down swinging?” I asked

“Always.” K added

P stood up and smacked T on the back.

“I always got your back B.” T smiled

“Might as well die with you fools.” P laughed

The door went crashing to the ground and I saw the men crash into the room. Once again all the men looked like they had had their daily dose of Roid-O’s breakfast cereal.

The men stopped short when they saw their fearless leader on the ground. A groan muttered from him as he remained on the ground. Their semi automatic weapons remained pointed at us.

I wanted to charge but who doesn’t had the fear of dying? I know personally I don’t, but I don’t want K to get hurt, I don’t want any of them to get hurt. I sighed internally.

“So.” I said out-loud.

All the devices pointed at me.

“I think we need to renegotiate our sentence.”

Please keep looking at me. Please keep looking at me. Please keep looking at me. Maybe if we keep talking we can find a way to get out of this. I may think I am tough, but I doubt I could punch bullets.

They all looked at me stunned. I don’t think they expected anything, and for us just to stand there and die.

“No you die…in the fires.” a beaten down Savior spouted with pure hatred.

He slowly got off the ground and looked like he was staring at the devils incarnate.

“You people have been sent by the devil himself.”

He walked right to me and glared.

“I cannot wait to watch the devil burn.” that smile came back across his face

The men came up behind us and pressed their guns to our back, and began to escort us to our “cells”. We had been through too much. It would be dangerous to keep us together. It made me nervous to know we would be separated until we had our execution.

The “cells” had just been 1 room offices. No windows, one door, and no furniture except for one chair to sit in. As we got locked in one by one a guard was placed outside of our doors. Down the hallway I saw the Savior just standing there smirking at us.

“See you when you meet your maker.” He said proudly

I had no real response to this. What could I really say to this man? So I went with the typical defiant nature I have always had.

“I will take you with me.”

As I finished those words I was pushed into my “cell”, landing face first on a very uncomfortable carpet. The door slammed shut behind me. I slowly got up and started to look around and kicked the door.

“Stupid fuckers.” I said out loud to no one in particular.

I looked up at the ceiling and noticed it had some lose panels. A smile started to spread across my face. Maybe this wouldn’t be to difficult after all. I walked to the wall and knocked lightly and heard a faint knock back. Good. We were still okay. I hoped they didn’t notice what I was about to do.

When I was a very rebellious teen I had been prone to trying things I had seen on TV and Movies. One such movie was the masterpiece the Breakfast Club. I was always the rebel of my group. I put the chair up against the wall and climbed on it.

Now the ceiling wan’t really that tall or anything, but it was still a stretch. Stretching my arms as high as I could above me I still couldn’t reach.

“Fuck.” I said louder then I wanted to.

I started to look at the chair and noticed the back end was wood. I laid the chair on the ground I stepped on the back of the chair and grabbed the legs. I started to pull as hard as I could, hoping I could snap it off to get some leverage.

I stood there pulling for what felt like a millennia. I started to lean back when my hands began to feel like they where on fire. Wood grinding into my flesh. If I looked down I would have seen blood slowly start to drip on the carpet. Finally I heard the cracking sound I had been so desperate to hear. I felt it start to give and I leaned even further back. I heard it crack even more. That is where everything got a little worse.

I had underestimated how long it would take it break, and I know that now. But by the time I noticed it had become completely dislodged I was falling pretty quickly towards the wall. And yes it really did hurt.

Groggily I found myself laying against the wall and my head pounding. I must have hit the wall pretty damn hard. I hoped no one outside heard it. I knew it was a possibility so I stood up with my new “weapon” in my hand ready to bash someones skull if I needed to. It even had a nice point where it had broken. Like it was made to kill a linebacker of a vampire.

I tried to steady my breathing, knowing as a smoker I could be heard from a mile away when I am out of breath. I heard keys fumbling on the outside and a voice yelling

“What the hell in going on!”

I went to the side of the doorway knowing that I would have to attack a living person. A living person is now my enemy. Those words rang over and over in my head. It felt like time could have stopped with that realization. Maybe the dead had the right idea after all.

The door sprang open, I saw the semi automatic come peering through the doorway. I saw the hands holding it shake slightly as I whacked them as hard as I could with the remains of the chair. The gun fell to the ground and I saw his eyes. Eyes quickly filling with fear. I held on tight with my chair piece and stabbed, closing my eyes for a moment.

When I reopened them I saw the mans eyes wide open and blood leaking from his mouth. I saw where I had stabbed, and unlucky for him I got him right in the throat. He dropped to his knees and started to convulse and the crimson liquid poured from the wound and his mouth. When I heard a gurgle I almost wanted to puke, but instead i grabbed the keys he dropped on the floor, and his gun. I wanted to say I was sorry, I wanted to hold his hand and tell him he will be okay but instead I watched him fall the rest of the way to ground. What was happening to me?

I poked my head out of the doorway and didn’t see any other guards. I creeped out as gracefully and quietly as I could closing the door behind me. I walked to the next door and like the guard, I fumbled with the keys trying to unlock it. I found the right key finally, and knocked before I entered just so the person on the other side knew it was friendly.

I opened the door slowly and when it was cracked I said in a whisper,

“Its me.”

When i opened the door the rest of the way I saw K. Her eyes looked suspicious as first, then grateful as they fell on me. I smiled and closed the door behind me quickly and hugged her.

“How did you get out?” she asked right away

I looked down at my shirt, and saw my guard friends blood, and gave her a half smile. She looked down and her eyes got wide.

“What did you do B?” she said quietly

“I got out.” was all I could think to say

She looked at me for a moment and smiled. She took the gun from my hand

“I am a better shot then you. Lets go get T, and P.” she walked towards the door

I think I must have been in some sort of shock, but it hadn’t fully kicked in yet. i opened the door slightly and poked my head out again, and saw we had still been in the clear. Going to the neighboring doors with K watching my back we got back our two companions.

We had agreed to avoid our original entrance, knowing how well that part was guarded. We slowly walked down the hallway, and when we had reached my doorway, I whispered.

“Want to see how I got out?”

K nodded and I opened the door. They all peered in and quickly snapped their heads back out. Closing the door I looked at them all in the eyes, and I only saw the shock staring back at me. I almost felt like a monster.

We turned the corner and I had to say this felt more and more like a level I would have played in a game. My eyes kept darting back behind me. Each time I did I saw T’s eyes glued back to me. His eyes held something besides shock, but I really couldn’t place it.

We finally reached a door with an illuminated Exit sign. We had all stopped. I stared at it for a few minutes before standing in front of it.

“Do we want to retreat?” I asked

“What do you mean?” K asked

“I think I know what he means.” T said

“This fucker kidnapped us, and threatened to turn me into a god damn barbecue.” I said with anger I hadn’t even noticed was brewing

“You want to go after him?” K said arching one eyebrow

“I want to send him to hell myself.” I stated matter of frankly.

I was turning into a monster. And I didn’t care.