Bullet

Ready, aim, fire

Did it have to turn out this way? Why us? Why this? I suppose I should provide explanation. On May 22, 2013 my friends Kyle, Barry, Susan, James, Ally, and I were hiking to to peak of Mt. Washington. We ran out of food very fast, and we brought nothing to hunt with. When Kyle went to gather food, he found a town. A very small town. Filled with joy, we ran to what we thought was salvation, only to find it was completely empty of food, or people. After aboutten minutes, a small canister flew towards us. Confused, we stared at it, and suddenly, white gas emerged from the can. Barry yelled, "Tear gas!" As soon as we got to the point to where we couldn't see a thing, guards came and handcuffed us. We all blacked out.

Now we are here. All of us know that Kyle is dead, because Ally is now being brought inside. She'll be dead any moment. Five minutes pass and Barry is being brought inside. Holding back tears, all he can get out is, "Goodbye." In that sound proof room, all my friends are going to die, and I'm going to die with them. Are we the only ones that have been killed here? Probably not. By the time Susan's being killed, I'm having a mental breakdown.

I stop pay attention, and begin to sob. Minutes, seem like hours. I'm being carried into the room, that may as well be my tomb. After a brief interigation, after so much grief and suffering, they put a bullet in my head.