Authors Note: Dear reader, I usually don't write stories that are this dark. I guess I was just in a bad mood…ha-ha. I'll let your guy's imagination's run wild to think of what you want to of happened. It will probably turn out better that way. Sorry about how short it is, my next story will be longer.
Ruined
There were lights flashing everywhere. Scream's of my fellow classmate's stung my ears in high octaves. Body's of fellow peer's laid, mangled on the ground, as if they were yesterday's trash. I couldn't look at the bloody massacre any longer.
Paul held me close, letting me ruin his new shirt with my salty tears. I looked to the side, my eye's raw and itchy, just in time to see May and Drew cuddled closely together over the unmoving silhouette of what appeared to be her baby brother Max. He had been one of the first to die. He had no chance.
Misty and Ash were being questioned as witnesses. Ash looked about ready to jump out of his skin. Misty sighed, "I guess we should go", and grabbed Ash by the shoulder leading him somewhere they could cry in private.
I wish Kenny and Zoe hadn't been so close to the entrance of the school. Maybe they would have escaped with their lives. Now they were just bodies in black plastic bags, waiting to be cut open by teary eyed morticians. I imagined their skin discolored from their rancid body fluids, their eyes glazed like old wax, the smell of their rotting flesh.
Everything was mess. There was no way to fix it. Our town had been ruined in a matter of days.
