Waste
You're Pretty Good With That
I watched my broken mother crawl on the ground towards me. I was afraid to raise my weapon and kill my own mother. The woman who gave birth to me is nothing but rotting flesh at my feet. Why didn't someone already put her out of her misery? How can I do this? I slowly raised my weapon and placed the barrel against her head. Her dead eyes looked up at mine with some kind of sympathy or something I just coudn't recognize.
"I'm sorry mom." I said with tears burning my eyes as I pulled the trigger on my rifle. The gun shot rang out through my ears and I seen her body slump deeper into the grass. What little blood that was left in her body seeped into the ground like a scene from a horror movie.
I sprang upwards from my bed in a cold sweat. The reoccuring nightmares of killing my own mother haunt my forsaken mind. I wish I wasn't faced with killing my own family. Couldn't the sadistic bastard who cut off her legs and arm just end her pain and suffering? Why was I the one to face this? I let out a shakey breath and pulled myself out of bed. I went over to my closet and grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom locking the wooden door behind me. I grabbed a fresh wash cloth from underneath the sink and some shampoo from the shower. I turned on the hot water and before it even got hot, I put my head under the flowing faucet. I rung out my soaked hair before putting a little bit of shampoo in my hair and lathering it up.
Once I finished taking a bath in the sink, I changed into the clothes I had brought in with me and headed out of the bathroom. I grabbed my boots from the side of the bed and slipped them on and laced them up tightly and grabbed the rifle that was propped agaist the wall and headed out of my room. I went downstairs where Dante was still sitting at the window constantly staring to make sure he didn't miss anything. I bet he was a great soldier before all this shit happened. I slipped into the kitchen where Felicity was already up and had the coffee made. I grabbed a cup from beside the pot and poured me a good cup full before sitting down at the table with her.
"You look better."
"Thanks a lot." I said sarcastically and she laughed.
"Are you fixing breakfast this morning?"
"Only if you do the dshes." I said smiling as I took a drink of the black liquid.
"Of course. There's always a stipulation with you."
"You better believe it." I said smiling like a mad fool as she shook her head and laughed. I finished my cup of coffee and looked through the fridge and pulled out some rabbit meat and some already prepared dough for bisquits. I grabbed all the pans I needed and started cooking. The smell of rabbit waved in the air of the house and I could hear people start to come down the stairs. Once I had finished everything, I set out some plates and fixed a plate for Dante and Jacob. I left the kitchen with their plates and I first went to the back where Jacob eagerly took the plate and started digging into the food. I shook my head as I left him and went to the front where Dante was looking through the binoculars.
"Here's some breakfast." I said handing him the plate. He sat the binoculars down and took the plate and thanking me. I nodded and went back to the kitchen and sat down with the others as we ate. Once we were finished, Felicity gathered up everyone's empty plates and begin the washing.
"Who needs anything? I'm taking my aunt, Uncle, and cousins out to get some stuff." I said as I entered the living room.
"We don't need anything but Jimmy here is getting stir crazy. Take him along." I nodded and Jimmy grabbed his sidearms along with a shotgun.
"Tell Felicity I'll be back in a little while and not to worry. Let's get going." I said grabbing my shot gun. We left the house and got into the truck with my in the driver's seat. I drove into town and stopped at the local mall. That mall used to be the biggest hangout in all of Huntington Beach before this shit started. I can remember coming here with Dakota. We would sit and talk in the food court as we ate and we would just plain laugh at the shit people wore.
"Serenity?" I blinked out of my thoughts when Jimmy waved his hand in front of my face.
"Yeah?" I asked looking over at him.
"You seemed a little out of it. Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm perfectly fine." I said smiling. He nodded and we led the group through the doors of the mall. This place has way to many memories of Dakota. I loved him so much and to...kill him broke my heart in several different ways. I pushed the tear jerking thoughts from my mind as we scavenged through the mall for anything that Maxie, Lucas, and my cousins needed. I was looking at some clothes in the hot topic when a growl came from across the room. I lifted my weapon and quietly stalked towards the growling. I peeked around a shelf and seen a Stray feasting on a pour soul. I didn't know who it was but I didn't care either way.
"Hey fuck face." I said cocking my weapon. The Stray looked up at me before shakily standing on its lame legs. It started for me and I unloaded my gun into the dead man's face. The body dropped to the floor and I smiled wickedly. The pour soul the Stray was feasting on was already dead from blood loss but it would soon become a Stray. I reloaded my weapon and shot both rounds into its head as well. I stepped over the dead Stray and left Hot Topic where my Uncle Lucas stood there smiling at me.
"You're pretty good with that."
"I have my moments." I said smiling. We walked together through the mall and joined up with the others before heading back to the house. I should be pretty good with handling a firearm. I have been shooting these messed up mother fuckers for years.
"I'm sorry mom." I said with tears burning my eyes as I pulled the trigger on my rifle. The gun shot rang out through my ears and I seen her body slump deeper into the grass. What little blood that was left in her body seeped into the ground like a scene from a horror movie.
I sprang upwards from my bed in a cold sweat. The reoccuring nightmares of killing my own mother haunt my forsaken mind. I wish I wasn't faced with killing my own family. Couldn't the sadistic bastard who cut off her legs and arm just end her pain and suffering? Why was I the one to face this? I let out a shakey breath and pulled myself out of bed. I went over to my closet and grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom locking the wooden door behind me. I grabbed a fresh wash cloth from underneath the sink and some shampoo from the shower. I turned on the hot water and before it even got hot, I put my head under the flowing faucet. I rung out my soaked hair before putting a little bit of shampoo in my hair and lathering it up.
Once I finished taking a bath in the sink, I changed into the clothes I had brought in with me and headed out of the bathroom. I grabbed my boots from the side of the bed and slipped them on and laced them up tightly and grabbed the rifle that was propped agaist the wall and headed out of my room. I went downstairs where Dante was still sitting at the window constantly staring to make sure he didn't miss anything. I bet he was a great soldier before all this shit happened. I slipped into the kitchen where Felicity was already up and had the coffee made. I grabbed a cup from beside the pot and poured me a good cup full before sitting down at the table with her.
"You look better."
"Thanks a lot." I said sarcastically and she laughed.
"Are you fixing breakfast this morning?"
"Only if you do the dshes." I said smiling as I took a drink of the black liquid.
"Of course. There's always a stipulation with you."
"You better believe it." I said smiling like a mad fool as she shook her head and laughed. I finished my cup of coffee and looked through the fridge and pulled out some rabbit meat and some already prepared dough for bisquits. I grabbed all the pans I needed and started cooking. The smell of rabbit waved in the air of the house and I could hear people start to come down the stairs. Once I had finished everything, I set out some plates and fixed a plate for Dante and Jacob. I left the kitchen with their plates and I first went to the back where Jacob eagerly took the plate and started digging into the food. I shook my head as I left him and went to the front where Dante was looking through the binoculars.
"Here's some breakfast." I said handing him the plate. He sat the binoculars down and took the plate and thanking me. I nodded and went back to the kitchen and sat down with the others as we ate. Once we were finished, Felicity gathered up everyone's empty plates and begin the washing.
"Who needs anything? I'm taking my aunt, Uncle, and cousins out to get some stuff." I said as I entered the living room.
"We don't need anything but Jimmy here is getting stir crazy. Take him along." I nodded and Jimmy grabbed his sidearms along with a shotgun.
"Tell Felicity I'll be back in a little while and not to worry. Let's get going." I said grabbing my shot gun. We left the house and got into the truck with my in the driver's seat. I drove into town and stopped at the local mall. That mall used to be the biggest hangout in all of Huntington Beach before this shit started. I can remember coming here with Dakota. We would sit and talk in the food court as we ate and we would just plain laugh at the shit people wore.
"Serenity?" I blinked out of my thoughts when Jimmy waved his hand in front of my face.
"Yeah?" I asked looking over at him.
"You seemed a little out of it. Is there something wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm perfectly fine." I said smiling. He nodded and we led the group through the doors of the mall. This place has way to many memories of Dakota. I loved him so much and to...kill him broke my heart in several different ways. I pushed the tear jerking thoughts from my mind as we scavenged through the mall for anything that Maxie, Lucas, and my cousins needed. I was looking at some clothes in the hot topic when a growl came from across the room. I lifted my weapon and quietly stalked towards the growling. I peeked around a shelf and seen a Stray feasting on a pour soul. I didn't know who it was but I didn't care either way.
"Hey fuck face." I said cocking my weapon. The Stray looked up at me before shakily standing on its lame legs. It started for me and I unloaded my gun into the dead man's face. The body dropped to the floor and I smiled wickedly. The pour soul the Stray was feasting on was already dead from blood loss but it would soon become a Stray. I reloaded my weapon and shot both rounds into its head as well. I stepped over the dead Stray and left Hot Topic where my Uncle Lucas stood there smiling at me.
"You're pretty good with that."
"I have my moments." I said smiling. We walked together through the mall and joined up with the others before heading back to the house. I should be pretty good with handling a firearm. I have been shooting these messed up mother fuckers for years.
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