When Life Gives You Hell You Make Hell Hack

I looked to Justice and Shaun as we walked out of the cave. The rain seemed to have stopped and the sky was clear. The surrounding woods were quiet without any birds or squirrels or anything going on. It was so surreal, like there weren't just some type of Alien apocalypse happening around them. Shaun and Justice both look like any little sound was gonna kill them and maybe they're right…What the hell am I thinking? If I think like that I'll defiantly get killed. As we walked back to our town my thoughts wandered to the past.

You would think that someone as out spoken as me would have many friend, right? Wrong, I didn't; of course it didn't help much that I moved a lot. My mom and I moved around a lot to get away from my dad. My dad was a drunken asshole who'd used to beat my mother and my older sister up. When I was nine years old the bastard was beating up in my mom because she gave my big sister Jessie the last piece of chicken. My sister at the time was 12 years old and was crying to get him to stop.

Jessie had grabbed onto his arm to pull him away. It worked only he diverted his attention to her and beat her to death. I remember hiding in the small closet at the bottom of the stairs, in our old house. I remembered crying myself to sleep and crying when I found out that Jessie would never wake up again. I had never seen my mom so broken and sad in my life. And you would think that after all that mom would take me and run but no she didn't. By then she had become so co-dependent on him that she couldn't.

Well around my tenth birthday the bastard started to act funny, like nice. At first we thought he'd change and we would live happily ever after but we were dead wrong about that. My mom had to work late one night so it was just me and my dad alone. We had popped some popcorn and watched a movie. It was a pretty mature movie with a ton of swearing and gore. I thought it was really cool of him to let me watch it. Some way into the movie he pulled me to him and I snuggled really thankful for the affection.

About half way through there was this make out scene. I looked at it was like "Dude that so icky". He chuckled and said that it actually wasn't and was quiet enjoyable. I remembered looking up to him and saying " Oh really? Well it looks painful and that's where you do the business anyway". He chuckled again" It is and I could show you". Right then I should have just pushed him away and ran for my life screaming but I didn't. Then he was kissing me and touching me all over. I remember saying it felt funny and I didn't like it. I was struggling against him as he was trying to get my pants off while kissing my neck kissing my neck. Everything was just moving way too fast for me.

I don't know when my mom got there but she had pulled a knife to his throat. She told me to grab my book bag and some clothes. I knew what she was planning, that we would finally leave. I grabbed a few clothes, books and my favorite toy. We drove for a long time; by the time I woke up we were 5 states away. We had lived in a hotel for a few weeks but we finally found a place only to be uprooted 5 months later. This pattern happened until I turned 15 years old. When he found us I killed him. I slit his throat. There was blood everywhere and when they found me standing over his body with my head held back, eyes closed and a contented smile on my face he was long dead. Even though, I had killed someone and that was technically against the law was put on parole for a year and I had to do counseling.

"Shay'na are you okay?" I heard Rav'us ask me. I stared at him "What do you mean if im okay? I'm fucking fine." No I'm not fine, here it is the freaking apocalypse and im thinking about that bastard. I never really got over what happened a now the feeling of his hand touching me won't go away. "You have a strange look on your face." He asked still curious. "It's nothing, leave it."

Shaun whispered" We're here…" he pointed to the messed up place that we used to call our town. Cars were on fire or turned into scrap. Houses had broken windows and blood on them. Mutilated bodies could be seen hanging off of trees, roofs and lamp posts. "Oh holy hell" I muttered. "Okay everyone, rules. Don't be a fucking hero, stay in the fucking group and stay fucking quiet. Break any of these rules and your ass is grass." Justice looked my way "Whatever let's just get out of here"

Pov:Rav'us

I looked through my scanner for any living life forms. This town was completely destroyed by the Hard meats. The hunt would be splendid. I Informed the Oomans" There is no living Oomans left in this town." Justice gasped, "No way!" Shaun flinched" Shut it before we get heard!" he whispered. The female, Shay'nay, sighed and grabbed her weapon" too late. Incoming to our right" I pulled out my staff and ready myself. I heard a scream; it was one of the Ooman males. He seemed to have gotten stabbed in the side by the Hard meat's tail. I focused on the two in front of me and slashed at them.

Pov: Shay'na

I turned around when I heard Shaun scream just as I had killed my Xeno. I would have helped him but Shaun did, only to get stabbed in the heart by its tail. When he was flung off the blood sprayed everywhere and completely drenching me with it. I wiped it off with my sleeve before charging at it. I ducked and rolled under it and stabbed it in the neck. I rolled out the way to avoid getting hit by its acidic blood. Justice wasn't so lucky and parts of his arm started to melt. I put my hand over his mouth while I stopped it and bandage it. After that I went into auto pilot because I just couldn't handle all the things life's throwing at me.

When I finally snapped out of it we were in a different cave and Justice was sleeping. I Looked over to Rav'us and sat next to him. He didn't say anything as I leaned into him and fell asleep. I was very thankful for this. I just need some warmth, some comfort. I was tired of being the strong, fearless leader. Why couldn't I be normal like the others? If I had been I could have died already and would live peacefully in heaven. I guess fate had other stuff in store for me. Oh well as the saying goes when life gives you hell you make hell back or was that lemons?