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.

We had been found out. Which really meant we had to get a move on, and get this done. I looked at my group, and we stood still as could be. Just knowing the smallest sniffle could alert them, and we would be doomed. Still standing there we heard footsteps come closer, and closer to our closet. Then past and to the room next door. I could hear the Savior ranting down the opposite hallway. I had to breathe a sigh of relief knowing I won’t have to be face to face with him. I guess the idea of fear was reemerging inside of me, I mean as mad as I was, and as much hatred as I had for the man…he was also the holder of a small army. While he was a crazy guy, could I really beat that? Would I want to try? Or would I be better off just escaping and just taking to the hills? I guess we would all be finding that out sooner or later to be honest. Closing my eyes for a moment I said in a whisper

“just give me a minute.”

When I reopened them, I saw P still holding the semi automatic whatever gun, T kneeling down holding the the bleach, while I still had my hand firmly holding the ammonia. Regardless of what was happening this was our only real shot. P looked really nervous, and K seemed as impassive as ever.


“Before we do this. One more backup plan.” I said reaching into my pocket.

I pulled out my lighter. I guess they hadn’t remembered to take it.


“What do you need now?” K said almost seeming annoyed


“He will be put in his own personal pit.” I said smiling

3 sets of eyes seemed to be glued to me after I said it. I knew this was going well beyond what I had originally thought, but I could justify the idea with my original statement of sending him to hell. Most images of hell do involve some sort of fire pit, so I am sure these ideas matched up just fine.


“Roasted.” T said


“Toasted,” K added


“And burnt to a crisp.” I ended it with


“Guys…You watched way to many cartoons as a kid.” P retorted


“We lived ’em.” T responded


I took one more quick glance at the shelves. I had no reason to believe it, but we still lived in the era of smokers. Maybe some lighter fluid would be around here. To my luck (still having some luck during the era of zombies eating our flesh is better then none) I saw the yellow bottle. I quickly shoved it in my pocket.


“I got what I need.” I told them


T nodded and K just had her small smile. P still was looking nervous. I looked at him and tried to smile.”P, I know this isn’t ideal, and I am pretty damn sure this is different than the army. But, we are kinda in guerrilla warfare situation.” I said to him shrugging


” I know. This is just different.” he said while almost clutching the gun.


“We will go down together, though.” T said smacking him on the back


“Or die trying.” K said finally letting a real smile cross her face


“So get ready, P. You will be the one watching our back.”He nodded, and I looked at K


“You stay with P, while T and I get ready. Then we’ll run towards the office. I will peak my head out, and hopefully most of the guards are by the guy I killed.”
”Yeah, I doubt they think we got far.” She responded


I took a deep breath and faced the door turning my head I look at my team. I put on one of the little face masks.


“Everybody put one on, okay?”


T put his on right away and grabbed the mop bucket and inched closer to me


“You ready, B?”


“Always”


I turned the knob on the door, opening it slowly, and looked out. we were clear. I slowly crept out the door, and then waved for T. We snuck towards our original hallway and placed the bucket in the middle of of the floor, grinning slightly at him (even though he couldn’t see it)


“Ready to be a terrorist?” laughing slightly as I said it”Oh, you know it.” he laughed opening the bleach


I opened the Ammonia and we counted down


1…

2…

3

We began the pour the 2 liquids in, and I tried to hold my breath; knowing how dangerous this really was to try and do. Please let this go well, and please let me know what I am doing.

I turned my head briefly and saw both K and P. K was watching us, and P had his back to us, watching the hallway and making sure we wouldn’t get ambushed.


My eyes began to tear up and as my bottle finished. Dropping it, I looked over to T who finished as well.


“Good. Lets get the fuck out of here.” I said trying not to cough
We caught up to K and P.


“Well if that is as bad as it looks we gotta go fast.” P said


“Not before getting our shit back.” T added


“Get behind me then.” He said getting ready


We got behind P, letting him take the lead. It honestly felt like we had entered the world of Doom. Long hallways, getting ready to face a demon. It would be very interesting.

Looking quickly behind us, I could see a haze slowly filling up our previous hallway. I am sure this would take the former guards, and future corpses by surprise. I just hope we didn’t breathe any of it in.


I was jolted back to reality when I heard P fire. Looking quickly I saw one of the roid-raged out freaks drop quickly. It wasn’t as loud, and he seemed to be dead before hitting the ground. Lucky for him.

K went up to him and took his firearm away. She checked to see if it was loaded and smiled.


“Got what you need?” P asked


“Oh yeah.” smiling as she said it


“I get dibs on the next one.” T itched for a chance


“Fine by me.” I said


We continued down, and turned. Soon we approached the office of the Savior. We were so close. Outside stood two muscle bound dumpsters just waiting for a chance. I was wondering what we should do when P signaled for T.”You are the fastest.” He said matter of frankly


“Yeah?” He said back


“Run past them and when they turn, we shoot. B, you run to the office after.” He added


“Sounds good to me.”


Our plan had began to form. This seemed like a very workable plan. Then, once we get our stuff back we can get the hell out of Telluride, and work on getting back on the right path.
I saw T begin to run. He tried to be as quiet as he could, but when the guards heads turned; he did the one thing that was pure T. He flipped them off as they turned to chase him. 2 shots were fired, and they slumped with little to no effort on their end. Those two were great shots. T snagged one of the guns off the guards by the time I got to the door. I took a deep breath, knowing how much running we had been doing. Plus, my smoking habit had not been helping me. I reached for the doorknob and turned. Behind the desk, almost seeming shocked was the Savior with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I see you escaped.” He went reaching for something
As he reached K showed up by my side with her gun aimed at him.


“Don’t even try it.” she ordered


His movements stopped quick. I walked over to him as K, P and T all entered after. I pushed his chair out of our way, and they all had their guns focused on him, and him alone. I saw what he was reaching for. It was another semi automatic, which I grabbed and focused on him as well.


“Where is our stuff?” I asked


He pointed at the corner of the room, where our backpacks were piled up and left alone.


“Everything there?” K asked


He nodded. It seemed for a man so sure he was the savior seemed very nervous. I went to his desk and opened the drawers. Seeing some nails and a hammer, I walked over to him. He eyed them as I approached.


“Son, what do you think you are doing?” he had a slight quiver to his voice”As a Savior to humanity I would think you’d know.”

I held a nail to his hand.I saw some sweat start to form on his head.


”The greatest saviors seem to be willing to die. Are you willing?” I asked, not knowing where these words seemed to come from


He didn’t want to answer. His eyes focused on the nail. I grinned at him


“You seemed so willing to let others die, though. So that doesn’t seem like a thing a savior would do to his people.” I walked behind him
”The needs of the many outnumber the few.” he retorted


“How many died for your pits? How many victims of nothing but your insanity?” P asked


“We haven’t kept records but a good 35 percent of this town has been saved BY ME!” He yelled


“How many died because of you!? Its only been a few days!” K screamed back at him.


I hushed them all while grabbing his shoulders. He seemed afraid to move.


“Well, Savior you have been found guilty, and time to meet your maker.” I blurted


P and T both grabbed his arms, holding him down while I pulled out the lighter fluid.


“This seems to be how your victims felt, right?” I asked


“The pit is a ceremony to preserve the good!” He yelled
I opened it, and started to pour it on him.


“You know, this will only make me a legend. People will sing songs about their great savior, and how we fell victim to the demons and their whore!” he continued to rant


I pulled out my lighter and was read to flick it. My hand began to shake.


“Afraid to do the job? Just like the typical yellow bellied scum!” he laughed and jerked


My eyes had become glued to the lighter, knowing exactly what I wanted to do. Send the man to hell, and hope the flames send him to his path.
I looked over to K. She went to her bag, and pulled out her handgun from before and checked to make sure it was loaded.


“The demon whore should know. You will all meet your maker, and he will let you all see my path was right, and I will be left forever in his arms!” He looked up towards the heavens


K began to walk towards him, handgun in her hand. The Saviors eyes soon met hers.


“Tell the devil his whore says Hi.” she said


His eyes widened and she fired. He slumped to the ground quickly. T, P and I’s mouth all dropped.


“Wow.” was all I could stutter out.


K turned her back towards his body and looked at me.


“I knew you were to good to kill him.” she smiled at me I had to smile back.


“I guess so.” i responded


“Lets get our shit, and get out of here” P interrupted


We ran towards the corner to grab our bags, and quickly looked through them. Our ammo was still there, the cigarettes, the handguns, our food, our shotguns had gone MIA, though. But, what we stole from the guards seemed to balance it out. I checked out his desk quickly to see if he had any ammo for them. We found some and took it for our own. Taking one last look at the “Savior”, as I saw his blood painting the wall. We slowly opened up his office door, so we could make our way to the front. Looking around, I could tell our gas had done the trick. No need to worry about the rest of the guards for now.
I couldn’t help but think just a few days ago I was at home watching a George Romero movie laughing. Now, I was worried about the dead and the living. I wonder what else was going to stand in our way.