it is friday my companions
Kud Cut
The alarm went off the instant the glass broke.
Animals ran recklessly, trying to find an exit.
"Everyone stay calm, this is not a drill, please come to the first floor in a calm, orderly fashion. There is no need to panic, repeat, there is no need to p-" A gunshot was heard and the conductor's speech was cut short.
"Shit," the guy said, crouching behind a chair. "We need to get out of here ASAP, but we might need to deal with these ruffians." I took my backpack off and looked inside. Bullets poured out of the overfilled backpack and I grabbed the pistol that laid on top of the mound of ammo. I loaded the firearm, and gave it to my new-found friend. "Thanks." He peeked over the chair. I dug in my backpack, throwing out the stapler and staples I got from Carol's desk.
"Are any of them up here yet?" I asked the guy, who I noticed was perfectly still.
"None yet," he replied. I zipped up my backpack, and put it back on. We heard tons of gunshots coming from downstairs. I felt horrible. All of these animals were losing their lives... just because of my foolish actions. There was no one else to blame. The only person to blame for this catastrophe was... me. I was worse than those thugs, I was the bad guy. I... messed up. "Stop thinking about them."
"W-What?" I asked him.
"Stop thinking about everyone below. It'll get to you, but it's not worth the pain. What's done is done."
"How could you say that? I'm to blame for the death of at least 20 animals! They were coming back from work to see their family, or going to see a movie with their friends, and you just want me to pretend like nothing's wrong? What the hell is wrong with you?" He was silent for a minute before speaking again.
"When you've messed up countless times, it doesn't matter anymore. I used to be like you, worrying about every bad deed I performed. Yet, after doing it for so long... It didn't matter who got hurt. I've just gotten used to destruction, and you will too if this keeps up." He was right. When you do something for so long, it becomes a way of life.
Did I want death and destruction to become part of my life? I d-
"Snap out of it, and pay attention," the guy whispered, ducking down. "There's one up here now." He gave me the gun. "You need to kill this guy." I shook my head. "This is your problem, you got yourself into this mess. I'll be here for moral support."
"Fine," I muttered, sitting up. He had an AK-47 in his hands and was limping checking behind every chair. It was Dan. I knew it was him, I just knew it.
"Where are you, feline? I have a bullet just for you!" I looked up and started conceiving a plan to defeat him in the easiest way possible.
I got it.
I would make him waste all of the ammunition in his magazine. When he starts reloading, I would shoot him in the other leg, and go from there.
"Come out, come out, kid!" he yelled, getting closer by the minute.
I jumped over a chair, and the sound of bullets ran through the air.
"There you are!" he yelled. I could hear the whimpering of the animals. I was just as scared as them. I jumped over yet another chair, and more bullets filled the room, all of them missing except for one. I felt my ear, and discovered a chunk of it missing. Shit. I looked around. I couldn't jump any farther. If I did, he would surely hit me in the leg, chest, arm, or head. I had to do something...
"It's time to do something stupid..." I then raised my head, and he shot several bullets. I ducked almost immediately, dodging every last one. "Nope, nope, nope, I can't do this. I can't do this," I whispered to myself. I heard Dan laugh.
"C'mon cat! Fight me hand to hand!" I heard his AK drop to the ground. I looked up and saw that my ears were telling the truth. I put the pistol in my backpack. I stood up.
"Let's go, loser," I said, mustering all my courage. I felt like excrement would form in my pants at any given second. He laughed, and ran at me. I jumped out of the way, and he slammed into one of the chairs. He shook his head, and looked back at me. He spat blood onto the wall. He ran at me again, and swung at me. My face received the package that was his fist. My visor cracked, and my nose started bleeding. I fell to the ground. He laughed.
"Looks like you're all talk, kid!" He jumped on top of me and swung once more at me. I moved my head and his fist collided with the floor. I whacked my head against his, and he flew off of me. We both got back on our feet. He ran at me for the third time. I didn't even attempt to move. I was exhausted already. We bashed into the glass, and part of me was hanging off the edge. I looked down and saw the car from earlier still following us. "See ya later, chump!" He jumped off of me, and I fell on to the car. It started to swerve, back and forth.
"MOVE IT!" the driver shouted. I felt the windshield's window wipers nudge me in the back.
I was done.
hey, it is tuesday a week later my acquaintances. i finished this at midnight so if it's bad, i'm sorry. :^(
