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.