P.N.- The End Is Now

I rush into my parents room, heading into the closet, grabbing his rifle’s, and two pistols.
The rifle’s clips were already loaded, so I popped them in quickly, and the pistols were a bit time consuming.
They were both twenty-twos a nine shooter revolver, and a six shot ruger pistol. I head back to the living room, placing them on the couch, and looking down at them.
“O.k. bro. What’s the plan here… dad’s on his way. “ I walk into the kitchen looking out the window, waiting for the sound of his truck roaring through the neighborhood. Thirty minutes pass, as I see two more appear in the neighborhood, and this time they were fresh.
She had puke stains on her shirt more like blood, and her date, his arm was missing so was his jaw.
I grab my back pack, throwing my phone, and weed zipping it up in the small pocket.
“Where’s that blunt?” I dip my hands in my pockets feeling it still intact, pulling it out, and placing it inside of my cap.
A feeling of panic hit my chest, my hands begin to shake, my eyes opening to it’s full content.
“move…”
I rush to the couch grabbing the rifle, placing over my shoulder, and grabbing the revolver in the other. Looking at the door gave me the same gut wrenching feeling. “one…two…three…four…”
I grab the door knob twisting it, pulling it open, rushing out the door, and closing it one last time.
They were already stepping into the yard, damn they reek. Scanning left, then right, I run to right crossing through front yards, and to the end of the street, stopping next to the stop sign. *breaths heavily* “Shit, I’m out of shape.” Crossing the highway was my best bet to get the other side, reach the gas station, and hoping to find a vehicle. No sign of a car, but more of them appeared by a few seconds. “I’m running out of time, I must hurry to the station..” I walk faster hitting the road, looking around, and spotting the repair shop in view.
The wind was the only noise I could hear, as the shop came into view luck was coming my way. It was a little dodge neon, the door was wide open, keys on the ground. “Hmmm…” Looking around once more, then grabbing the keys, and looking in the backseat. “clear..” I put the rifle in the back seat, backpack in the passenger, and revolver in the cup holder.
*phone rings*
Me: Dad?!
Dad: Angel…
*coughs* I’m sorry…
Me: Where are you?!
Dad:…….
Me: Dad?!… Dad! Say something!”
Dad: *sound of the phone hitting the ground*
*click*
I can feel my hand drop to the side, my heart squeezing tight inside my chest. *rapid breathing*
My screams echoed through out our small town, birds flew from the trees in fear, and I was just trembling with a thousands of emotions. There was the sound of feet dragging along the gravel, hearing rocks grind under there feet. Looking to the side spotting him coming towards the passenger window, then looking at the revolver. “do it… let it go…” I watch myself grab the gun, pulling the hammer back, and aiming out the window. *bang* His head kicked back, dropping to knees, and then hitting the ground face first. “I don’t feel so hot…” I throw the door open, leaning out, and puking up a storm. “fucking shit…” Time was moving fast, it was one-thirty I needed to make it to town before sunset. What was going on to the world, why did this happen. The car started, it had low fuel but, it didn't worry me driving it down the street to the store. It came into view, but that wasn’t the only thing I saw. “Dad!” I park next to him, he wasn't inside his truck, looking around for him, and then walking up to the store looking through the window spotting someone inside. *knock, knock* It turns around, my eyes grew wide. “no…no…” I watched him walk to the front of the store, there was a bite wound on his right forearm it drenched his shirt into black, blood stained his salt an pepper mustache, and his eyes were devoured by darkness. I placed my hand on the glass, watching him trying to bite through the glass, smearing the blood around covering his face. I pull the hammer back once more, placing the barrel on the glass, and looking away. “dad…” *bang* The glass shattered, plus the sound of him hitting the floor, and I drop to the ground like an anchor. Looking back up, seeing his boots on the other side of the glass, and I reach up pulling the door open dragging myself in to look at what he had become. His blood was dark as the night sky, the wound on his arm was bad, part of it ripped off , and then I look at his face once more. He had a hole in his forehead now, eye’s still open, mouth open wide. Combing his hair back with my hands feeling his blood stick to my hands, and cleaning off his mustache. “well… looks like this is it old man… it’s been a good run… tell mom I said hi…” I search his body for his wallet, grabbing it from his back pocket, and pulling out old family pictures, placing them inside my pocket. “I’ll see you around pops…” I flip the switch for the pump, walking back to the car, and fuel up. Looking down at my watch two-twenty, I finish up fueling, and getting back inside the car starting it up. I take off my cap, grabbing the blunt, and lighting it up. *inhales & exhales, coughs* “Let’s get the show on the road.” Tossing the car into gear, driving across the grass into the highway taking off for the north side. Smoked filled the car, it was down to my nails, and taking one more hit throwing it in the cup holder. Who knew it would come…