CHARACTER(S): Danny (main), Brian, mention of Bobby
WORD COUNT: 606
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the movie Carriers
SPOILER WARNING
From Danny's POV aka Ivy League, the younger brother.
It wasn't supposed to end like this. We were supposed to make it through, all of us together, wait it out, survive. Exactly how we'd been doing it all these hours, days, weeks... months? Had it been months? When did we leave home? I can't remember anymore. It was Brian's idea to leave, said we had to 'get the fuck out of this shit hole and find somewhere safe'.
Why am I thinking about this? What use is the date now? It's not like anyone cares because surviving is more important than what day of the week, what holiday, whose birthday it is. With all the death that day should be most precious to us though. Celebrating life...
The gun is heavier than I imagined. How does Brian do it all the time? How did he have the fucking balls to shoot people, leave them behind, rob them? I'll never be as strong as he is, strong even when he's supposed to be weak and sick. There he is though, waving the keys at us and taunting. Why are you doing this to me, big brother?
He gives me an ultimatum; shoot him or let him hitch hike in the back. The latter isn't an option, but the first... I don't have the balls to do the first... Do I? There's no other option to get the keys besides firing. A death shot. No other option than that either. I love my brother and a bullet in the arm, shoulder, leg... Anything but an instant kill would be like ripping my heart out and stomping on it. No way I could leave him behind, alone, to bleed out.
The gun nearly drops when I shift my sweaty palms, getting a better grip. Why is the metal so heavy? Leveling it, still not able to aim.
Why's my vision blurry- Oh, I'm crying. Had Brian ever cried when he killed someone? Did he cry when we left Bobby behind? He loved her - said she wanted kids and everything, he had to have loved her. If he cried it wasn't in front of me and Kate I know, but when he was alone did he even shed a tear? Did he cry for the girl he loved and wanted to spend his life with in this dying world?
My brother's limping forward now, still taunting. I have to... I have too. I cock the gun, trying to make my aim true. He made the rules after all. Follow them to the T and stop being a baby about it all. He said to follow them and I will, even if he's abandoning them now from desperation, from the desire to live even if he's the thing he hates most now.
These are your rules, Brian. He threw a bitch when I didn't follow them and now, where it counts, I will, even if I don't want to.
"I'm sorry..."
It's what I say in a voice chocked by sobs... but what I'm thinking is nothing close. I should hate myself for thinking what I am. I squint and aim and...
The shot fires. I squeeze off a few more just to be sure and watch as my brother - my only blood left, the man I spent my whole life long of summers with on that damn beach that is our destination - drops to the dusty floor, face contorted into a mixture of awe and hate. Silence. Stillness. That same thought was running through my head even as I fish the keys from his cold grip.
You said it yourself Brian. The infected are already dead...
Again, unbeta'd :T I should really find one...
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