Low Battery Short Story

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...

I thought my life was at stake. I had no idea what would happen next.

Most people stopped smiling. Screams were heard. Dancing stopped. Why were people screaming? All I heard was the beat of the music. People began running towards the front door, into the bathroom, behind the bar. Anywhere they could hide. I stood on my tiptoes to see the commotion, A guy was holding a gun, shooting us. Bodies dropped rapidly. My heart sunk. Where was Travis? Kendra? I couldn’t find my best friends. Still on my tiptoes, I looked around. I saw Kendra. Then a crowd of people engulfed her and I could no longer see her. I hoped that my friends would be okay before I rushed into the bathroom. A small pile of people cowered together upon hearing the bathroom door swing open. They thought I was him. Once seeing I held no weapon, they yanked my t-shirt sleeve and pulled me into the pile of crying, shaking, scared friends. I pulled out my phone, clicking it on then opening the thread of messages between my mom and I. Quickly, I typed a brief explanation of what was happening and where I was. I sent an ‘I love you both’ before shoving my phone back in my pocket. I gripped a stranger’s hand tightly, tears rushing down my face like a waterfall. A sob choked in my throat, causing my breath to hitch, letting out a hiccup. A stranger hugged me closer. The shouts wouldn’t leave my head. I heard them all over, I heard the shrieks, the calls for help. Why is this happening? was all I could think. I squeezed my eyes shut, throwing my hands over my ears,

I haven’t spoken to anybody so when i was gathering the items I asked some people if they knew when the guards weren’t there as much. But they didn’t have an answer, except for one guy his name was Abraham but he wouldn’t tell me unless I let him in on the plan which was very risky because if he snitched I’d be executed but i had to take a shot. When we went to bed that night I stayed up preparing myself for what all is about to happen. I woke up Abraham and we started to sneak out of the house when a kapo came up from behind us and started to interrogate us about what we were doing, We had to think fast and Abraham grabbed him up and took him out, I was shocked that was the first up close death I had actually faced but there was no way I could turn back now we went out and towards the side where only one guard would be until the fence. We darted towards the side when Abraham jumped on me and threw me onto the ground and pointed toward the fence where 3 guards and a dog

ten minute's before the death of Melissa jones and Colin Jackson. "how can you do this to us, we trusted you" said Melissa , "well you should be more careful of who you trust the devil was once an angle" i replied. she started screaming "help, help" as if anyone could hear her . after i asked who i should kill first a tingling feeling moved through out their bodies . i could hear their heart beating in and out as if a defibrillator

I ducked down so he could not see me. All I hear was the man running but he didn't make it. The man was dead, his back on the ground, his right leg under him and his one eye open the other with a star shaped hole.

From the roof of the car a man appeared and from the side an old woman approached the car. The old woman was an informer. I had to kill both of them. Suddenly, from the other side a shot fired and hit me. Taking off my cap, I placed it over the muzzle of my rifle. I Then pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately a bullet pierced the center of the cap. I slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, I dropped my left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments I let the

A shot was fired, and the man in the car yelled for the old lady to run across the street. She would be safe there. Another shot was fired, and before the old woman’s body could react, she was dead. His ears were ringing from the first gunshot which hit the vehicle armor. There was a loud thud after the second pop or gunshot which was the woman’s head hitting the sidewalk. It was the worst noise he had ever heard. The man was used to seeing war horrors and hearing gunshots all the time, but this death really took its toll on him. But he knew the sniper was still alive, out there, watching him. The sniper could see the man, but the man could not see the sniper and nothing would stop him from killing his target. The man was completely caught off guard, when another gun fired, but this time it was from the opposite street, at the top of the

My fist went flying into his jaw and then into his throat, and he was knocked out cold. I turned to face Jack, and we took off taking the police’s gun with us. Just when we thought we were safe I am forced down onto the ground. That’s when I hear gunshots and feel warm blood on my neck. While in the process of getting rid of the police officer Jack shot me in the neck, and I am slowly dying. I am just laying in the middle of the field, praying that the test and the system will somehow be stopped, even if I am not there to watch it happen. Jack starts bawling, but then stands up wipes the tears off his face, and starts laughing.

I knelt down beside the man. His almost lifeless body lay helpless he had welts on every part of his body and he had blood seeping through and staining his light blue shirt I checked for a pulse, I found it, however it was Irregular. Panic gripped my body almost like a dark shadow that appears when the sun retrieves behind the clouds. I then called down the street for help from any of the by standing civilians, but shatteringly none of them responded. I yelled Randy to call for an ambulance and he ran off. I could see the man was unconscious and I was deeply concerned and nervous. While Randy had gone, I repetitively tried to regain the man’s consciousness by lightly tapping him on the face and asking him if he was able to hear me. However, he remained unresponsive.

Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side

The cold room shivered me from my sleep. My body ached as if I’ve been run over by a truck, but my hands and feet are free. I forced myself to move but couldn’t find the strength, with one last thrust, I jerked myself just enough to loosen the mask from around my face. The clean air helped me regain consciousness as I rolled myself off the bed. I stumbled towards the door and opened it slowly only to be thrown back by a large guard in black tactical gear. Lightly dazed from the impact, I played possum for a moment, so the guard can lower his weapon. When he grabbed me from my arm without hesitation, I forcibly yanked him down and constricted my arm around his neck between my bicep and forearm. Then, I tightly compressed with all my power like an anaconda would squeeze his prey before consumption. Finally, the guard stopped moving around and lost all consciousness. I gave his head one final thrust “Crack!” to confirm he won’t move again. I stripped the armored uniform off the guard to disguise myself so I can escape. When I removed my shirt, I noticed a large gash across my body. The gash was bonded together with a clear compound that felt like flesh. At that moment, I realized they left me for the guard to kill.

What seemed like mere seconds later, cops busted through the door, showering splinters of wood through the threshold. Their gun were trained on me but I stood there, as still as the lifeless bodies at my feet. The bloody knife I held in my hand was a testimony to the crimes that had been committed, whose victims lay at my feet.

     Imagine yourself lying on an operating table, motionless, quiet. Above, you notice people standing over you. You try to speak but the words just cannot come out. Your arms feel as if they are plastered to the table. You begin to stand up but feel as if weights are strapped to your back and you are bound to the table. Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your midsection. In and out, you see a surgeon slicing your body open with a scalpel. Every motion the masked person makes is as if you are being torn apart from the inside out. One would hope this would simply be a nightmare and they will wake up and everything will be fine. In this instance, this person will