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But it was just after I did so, there was a loud screech and the sickening crunch of metal on metal. Then all I heard, was screaming.

I ran outside to find three cars collided in the intersection. People were running in all directions. Most of them just woke up, running out of their houses with bags and just their pajamas and slippers on. What the hell was happening? One of the cars was a red Camry. It was Brad's.

I sprinted towards the driver's side and saw him slouched to the side, his head hanging out of the broken window, blood dripping from his face. "Brad!" I yelled. "Brad, are you ok!?"

I heard him groan and said "Oh thank god." His head turned and he uttered a low moan, then tried to climb out the window. "Whoa, sit still. I'll get you out." I reached for the door handle and the next thing I knew I was on the ground. He had punched me.

"What the hell, man?" I said, getting up. He was halfway out of the car now and was clawing at the ground trying to pull himself out."Brad! What the fuck is wrong with you?" He got the rest of his body out and began crawling towards me. I yelled at him, told him to calm down, but he kept crawling. "Brad!" He stood up. I drew my gun. "Brad, I'm warning you. Back the fuck up. Now!" He leaped at me and tackled me to the ground. My left hand was on his throat holding him away from my face. Blood was dripping out of his mouth as he snapped his jaws at me. Was he trying to bite me?

"God damn it! Get the hell off me!" I raised my gun. "Brad please, don't. Shit, stop! Bradley!" I pulled the trigger. I felt the warmth of his blood on my skin, little chunks of brain on my clothes. The sound of the gunshot ringing loudly in my ears. I could barely hear anything, just my heart beating and some muffled scream in the distance. Bradley was lain on top of me, his dead body twitching. I pushed him off and backed away. I stared at my gun, then back at him. That was the first time I ever fired my weapon outside the shooting range... I threw the gun down and began to run as fast as I could back to my house. 342 Dustin Dr.

Bloodied bodies laying on the floor, people being trampled, ripped apart all around me. But I just ran. I didn't stop for anything. Even when they screamed for help, I just ran. What kinda cop was I? I got back to my house and burst in the door. Shannon was hiding behind the couch. She looked up and saw me. "Oh god, Vince! You're bleeding!"

"It's not mine..."

"What happened?"

"I killed him... I- I killed Bradley."

"What!?"

"I had no choice! He- he attacked me."

I began to cry. "He just got back from his honeymoon... I fucking shot him in the face..."

Shannon stood there, shocked. "We have to leave." I said. "Now."

"Wouldn't it be safer if we just, stayed here?"

"You haven't been outside. Baby, it's bad. We have to go."

"Okay, should you change your clothes first?"

"No time, grab whatever you can carry and bring it out to the van."

I went to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knives I could find, I then went to my room and grabbed my revolver from under the bed. I couldn't look at it. All I saw was Bradley's smiling face when he introduced me to his fiancé, Julia. Then I see him again, half his face missing and his eye hanging out from the socket... I threw up on the floor beside the bed. I grabbed a jacket and put the gun case inside it. Then ran out to the car.