Y2K
Author: Quatez Reid

Chapter 25
The Confusion

GO BACK TO THE HOUSE!

Francis: NOT WITHOUT YOU!

Smitty: GO! I NEED YOU TO CONFIRM IF THAT SHOT WAS FIRED FROM THE HOUSE!

Francis: But WHAT ABOUT YOU?!

Smitty: I'LL BE IN TOW! NOW GO!

[Francis looks at Smitty with a sincere face of dread. She then assumes a runners stance and takes off straight to the house. When she gets to the house, she is soaking wet and out of breath....]

Vonotar: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Francis: I (pant pant) thought(pant) you knew(pant pant)

Boyd: Hell NO! SOME JACKASS IS SHOOTING!

Evangeline: Jackass? Why? Because they're fighting back?

*Evangeline picks up the weapons bag and puts it on her back*

Paul: Bout time lady!

Boyd: WOAH! WOAH! WHATS GOING ON?!

Paul: Can't you see SIR!? ITS TIME TO GO! YOU SAW THAT! These FREAKS are oblivious to us in the rain! ITS TIME TO MOVE!

Boyd: BUT WHAT ABOUT THAT GODDAMN GUNSHOT?!

Paul: Might be cover fire from other survivors who thought Smitty was in danger...?

Boyd: ...Ok...then, MOUNT UP!

Paul: But whats the EGRES sir?!

Boyd: We RUN like HELL! While the weather is on OUR SIDE!

Vonotar: What about the survivors?

Boyd: Well they made it this far...

*Francis stands up*

Yeah, forget them! They're USELESS!

Evangeline: WOAH! WOAH! You just want us to FORSAKE OTHER HUMANS? ARE YOU DAFT, STUPID, IDIOTIC, OR BRAINLESS? PICK ONE BECAUSE I'VE GOT MORE THAN ENOUGH!

Francis: YOU. DON'T. KNOW. THEM!

Evangeline: Mankind's killer has a petty neighbor squabble and now resents them! LOOK LITTLE GIRL-!

Francis: NO GOD DAMN IT! YOU LOOK! THEY ARE NOT TO BE TRUSTED!!! I AM GOD DAMN positive of that!

Paul: I dunno Evangeline...she DOES sound serious...

Boyd: Look...DAMN IT! HOW ABOUT THIS, WE CHECK OUT WHERE THE-

*Another shot comes in through the window*

Boyd: STRAY! GET LOW!

Francis: WHERES CHRIS?!

Vonotar: HE'S STILL OUT THERE?! AND WHY THE HELL ARE THEY SHOOTING AT US?

Francis: BECAUSE- THEY'RE METH DEALERS YOU TWAT!

Vonotar: METH? METH?

[A shot shatters the glass of the window on the left side of the house...]

Boyd: Anyone get a bead on that?!

Paul: Looks like they're shooting randomly in the house!

Vonotar: But why?

Evangeline: ISNT IT OBVIOUS SHERLOCK?! THEY WANT THE GOD DAMN LITTLE PRINCESS!

Francis: WELL THEY WON'T GET ME!

Boyd: WHY THE HELL DO THEY WANT YOU DEAD?! RESPOND GOD DAMN IT!

[The side of the house then gets lit up with gunfire from an AK-47. The rounds shred through the walls and photos that hung on the walls...]

Francis: WE GOTTA GET TO THE BASEMENT!

Vonotar: YOU HAVE A BASEMENT?!

FRANCIS: YES! WE GOTTA GET THERE! QUICK!

Boyd: Where is IT?!

Francis: Its the room boarded up right next to the refrigerator

Vonotar: Ya know...I always wondered about that...

Boyd: EVERYONE! LOW CRAWL INTO THE KITCHEN!

[The next wave of AK-47 rounds eat through the vinyl siding of Francis' house, and shreds her furniture up, leaving fluff and stuffing floating in the air...]

Boyd: NOBODY BETTER GET GOD DAMN WOUNDED! LOW CRAWL FOR YOUR LIFES! MOVE OUT GOD DAMN IT! NOW!

[Everyone drags themselves across the floor of Francis' living room, eventually into the dining room, and into the kitchen...]

[Outside the house, Smitty can only watch in horror as the house is leveled by the gunfire. Staying low, he crawls around in the front yard. The rain then stops, and the rain clouds start to move over the house...

The gunfire continues, this time with random pot shots being fired. This gathers the attention of all the nearby dumbies in the area. At this point, they start to swarm the two houses en masse....]

Smitty: You GOD DAMN DUMMIES!

[Not knowing if the gun fire is friend or foe, he stands up and goes for a mad dash toward the parked truck in the house to the right of Francis' house. His path is impeded when a hoard of dumbies turn their attentions toward him....]

Smitty: Damn it!

*Smitty falls backwards and tries to crawl backward*

[The dumbies behind him then decide to come and try to get him as well...]

Smitty: Oh well...if this is how its gotta be...

[Smitty pulls the ground pepper out of his pocket and throws it in the air when they get too close. The dumbies' sense of smell is too great, to make up for their lack of eyesight, so they all start to cough and throw up blood and guts. Smitty uses the time to bound towards the truck. When he gets to the truck, he jumps into the bed....]

Smitty: Thats it...I'm(pant) all out of tricks...Heh. This sucks. God, if you're up there. Hear me out...NOT YET! I'M NOT GONNA ASK FOR YOUR HELP NOT YET! YOU PROBABLY EXPECTED ME TO PRAY...WELL...NOT YET! NOT NOW! SO FEEL FREE TO EXACT YOUR VENGEFUL WRATH OUT ON ME...BECAUSE I WON'T BOW NOW!

*Smitty stands up and frowns at the sky*

[Someone runs up alongside the truck and pulls Smitty out of the truck and throws him on the ground. They then point a rifle at him...]

Smitty: Thank you Jesus!

 

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