Final Ails In Life part 5Final Ails In Life part 5
My home was burnt to the ground, the septic tank was still overflowing, and my entire family was outside, glaring angrily at us as the horsemen dropped us off.
"Care to explain this?" Dad asked, motioning to the ruins of what once was our house. "You were the only one home. How did the fire start?"
"God did it! The world is ending!" I cried. Wow, I really cried a lot that day.
"Don't blame God for your own faults," mom said.
"You ruined my blanket," accused Sammi. "You got donut all over it!"
"We're on a tight budget this month, and now we have to pay for all this damage. You won't be getting allowance for at least a year." Dad crossed his arms. "Don't ever do this again. You should spend more time checking on things to make sure everything's safe. Your 'accident' roasted the rat."
"Guinea pig," Sammi corrected.
"At least she wasn't the one who kept rotten eggs in her underwear drawer," offered Burch. "Sammi." He gave he
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I took a sniff and understood exactly what John meant. I could easily smell smoke in the air. Something was burning and--why could I smell rotten eggs?
"Do you know what smells like rotten eggs?" I mused aloud to John. "Sulfur." I paused, shock rumbling through me. Fire and sulfur. Fire and Brimstone.
I grabbed John by the hand that wasn't holding his sandwich and ran. John resisted, digging his heels into the floor. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?"
"Running!" I cried. "I smell fire and brimstone! It's the end of the world! We're going to die!"
"Oh crap! Is it May 21st already!?"
Soon we both were running as fast as we could to exit the house. We ran all the way down my driveway, out of the subdivision, and got halfway down the driveway before we had to stop to catch our breath. I nearly choked on my inhale, however, when I heard the sound of horse hooves tramping on dirt behind us.
I turned and got an eyeful of horse chests. I couldn't
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The hair on the back of my neck bristled. I couldn't believe for a moment what I was seeing: A young man, probably no older than 19, with body all skin and bone, one shoe on, one shoe gone, clothes ripped and shredded, dirty as dirt, blood on his hands, clothes and face, head drooping, limping along, dragging one foot along the ground.
"Zombie!" There was no doubt in my mind this was a sign that the dead were, in fact, rising from the grave. Some part of me felt a pang of grief for this poor soul who died so young, and judging by the fact that he crawled out of the forest, he must've been murdered. Why else would someone have been buried there?
I sprung up and ran. This time, however, I stayed out of the Middle East. Instead, I ran to the garage and grabbed a driver my dad had left out of his golf bag. I briefly considered getting my dad's gun from the safe, but I knew I had never used a gun before, so it would do me no good. Deciding the driver would have to
Final Ails In Life part 2Final Ails In Life part 2
Water washed over the pavement. Then another wave came and washed over the already standing water. I briefly wondered if I should be chasing pavements, but then I realized I was being silly again.
When the next wave rolled in, I realized the water wasn't stopping. That terrified me. Wasn't flooding another sign of the apocalypse?
So I ran. I ran far from the house. I ran to the arcade. I racked up points. I wrecked a game. I got kicked out. I raked a hand through my hair. I went to the Middle East and I rocked Iraq. They were not happy about that in the least. After escaping an angry mob in Iraq, I went to Azerbaijan and congratulated them on winning Eurovision. Then I thought it was better for me to return home before I overstayed my welcome overseas.
Back home, the water had risen several inches. I tried to find a way around it to no avail. So I sloshed through the water. If I could get inside, I figured, I could climb out the window and onto the roof. The f