Deacon - Chapter 11

Every morning, I look at myself in the mirror of the very beige and white accented room. Everything after saving mom was... too perfect. To a point that I didn't like it.

Pictures of families that actually meant something were just hanging there in ovals made of plastic and wood. The walls are all cracked and they have a dusty shade of grey around the sides. I look away from myself in an oval frame of white plastic.

I walk into the bedroom. It just feels so normal again, but strange too. While everything that is happening outside and to me, I just live in a cocoon and act like everything spiraled back to normal. It's like staring into a smile with too many teeth, knowing that they will open and have your blood and flesh in them.

This isn't a way to live. I walk out to the balcony and take a seat, while sipping on a cup of tea which only made me think of Jane. I mean, is she still with me? Did I let that happen to her?

Soon, the gates of the community open. Seven men in a truck, dressed in army camo roll up. One of the men from our camp looks into the truck. Then, he says something and lets them in. Before they come in, I see the man suspiciously look back and let them in. They drive in and suddenly take a left. Seems like they've parked behind the mason's workshop. Soon, I hear knocks on my door. I look into the peephole. It's a man I've never seen before. He has white hair and is dressed in a white shirt with brown cowboy jeans. I open the door. He hands over a covered tray to me. Looks like breakfast. I invite him in, "I actually have to go." He says. Then, I just smile at him and walk back into my room. He stays there for a second. He stares at me and walks away. I'm starting to feel like whatever's in the box is not breakfast. I lay it on the table and open the lid.

I'm not surprised when I push the lid about an inch away. As I push it another inch, I see a bright end of a cylindrical metal. I push it more to see a bullet. As I push the other side off, I see a serious gun. It's laying on top of a sheet of paper. It says, "Kill the ones who came in and the one who let them in."

"What?" I think to myself. "I've done enough." That's when I notice that there's someone in my bed. I slowly and cautiously walk towards the bed. Someone lazily rolls out of the blanket and leisurely says with half-open eyes, "You're not a killer. You'd do anything to protect your family. Like everyone should."

Ah, Jesus. It's Kelly. Before I could notice anything else, I hear a gunshot from behind the mason's shop. I look out the window to see those seven men stand out there with the mason. His hand has been shot. They also have who looks like a woman with a bag of burlap around her head. She is on her knees in front of the gate. "Stay here, Kelly" I tell her.

I go downstairs and hold the gun from the tray in my left hand. "Wow. This is what I call an actual show." One of the men says, "Put down your weapons. No one needs to die today!"

He waits a second and looks around. As he looks around, a couple of people cautiously walk into the scene through the allies. The man steps back. Soon, he claps three times slowly, leaving a remarkably huge gap between the second and the third clap. Soon, little cans get chucked over the fence. The cans begin hissing some white gas out. As soon as I take a single breath of the gas, I pass out.

Soon, we all wake up in a circle, on our knees surrounded by at least a couple hundred armed men. Our hands are tied back. It's dead in the cold night. All I hear is the wind rushing through the trees and the sound of infected running in through the bushes, towards up. The noises keep getting louder.

Soon enough, a man arrives in a white van. "Are we shitting ourselves yet?" he asks as he walks out. In his hand, above his shoulder, he has a weapon which looks like a steel pipe with a spiked ball made of steel hanging on it from a chain. He is dressed in a black denim jacket with one wing on the back, looking like the other one got ripped off.

The same woman in the bag of burlap, is laid on her stomach about a foot ahead of my knees. The man, very leisurely walks up to her and asks her, "How's it feel? It's going to be better from today. It's better to feel nothing than sadness."

He takes his weapon and swings at the back of her head. He swings again... and again. He doesn't stop till she stops moving. Her head is completely flat now, like it belongs to the ground. Her blood is all over us. He opens takes off the bag. I see something that looked rather familiar.

When I was in the past, where I had to kill my mother, Candice had a tattoo of a sparrow under her right ear. The same tattoo is on this woman.

Is this what's left of my sister? Soon, I get the answer. He flips the head like a pancake. As the head leaves the ground, her eyes stay stuck to the ground, as if they belong to the ground. One of the eyes is crushed. When he turns her around, I recognize the woman.

"Jane!" Screams Kelly.