barrier caused him to jump.
“FUCK!”
He clutched his chest and panted. The stale oxygen did little to sedate him. Jedd grabbed his rifle and paced back and forth in his prison. Fate had dropped a pebble of defeat in his pond of hope and the ripples were already affecting his thoughts.
Jedd felt his stomach growl, reminding him that it was way past breakfast and a quarter past lunch. He clutched the beef jerky and stared at it for a moment.
“Fuck it I’m going to die anyways, might as well do it on a full stomach” He said to no one.
He ripped open the jerky and instantly started to salivate as the smell permeated the air. He sank his teeth into the meat and chewed greedily.
“I could go out in a blaze of glory, Take on those filthy things till I die”
“You can’t do that Jedd you are only one person they would kill you!”
“Oh yes I can! Would rather go out shooting than starve to death.”
“They will eat you alive, it will hurt, and you hate pain”
“Fuck pain! I’m a Jedd-I”
He started laughing, almost choking on the beef jerky catching in his throat. Even now it amazes him how he can tell a joke that he has never heard. His raucous laughter slowed to a giggle and crawled to silence. He swallowed the last bite and flung the wrapper into the pile of other garbage. No reason to save the world now. Thank you hippies for truly wasting our time. Recycle, pfft maybe the baboons will learn to recycle one day. It’s not my job to worry about it anymore.
“YOU HEAR ME YOU FILTHY ANIMALS, GO TO HELL AND TAKE THE HIPPIES WITH YOU!”
Jedd ran across the room more colliding with the pile of garbage than kicking it. He stomped on wrappers and spit on paper. He kicked empty aluminum pop cans across the floor and slowly sank down. He stared blankly for a brief moment before feeling his chest burn.
Tears, fat stingy bastard tears slowly streamed down his face. He felt it trailing down his hot cheeks and fought to control it.
“Your last day on earth and you’re going to cry. God you're such a momma’s boy!”
His sobbing voice echoed back into his ears and Jedd looked down. Four twenty two. Through blurry vision Jedd walked over to the grey bag and unzipped it. Pulling out a large charcoal pencil that was hidden deep within the pouches he presses the tip again the wall and scribbles.
“Jedd Howard died at four twenty two pm”
He sits on the cot and grips his rifle, feeling the cold barrel against his chin he sniffles. His fingers shake as he wraps them around the trigger, ready to be rid of this nightmare for good. A thought occurs to him. What if momma was right? What if there is a heaven? I can’t let her see me with tears in my eyes! Jedd slowly removes his fingers from the gun and lays it on the cot next to him.
“If she’s watching I can’t let her see me die like this neither” he sobs to himself
Standing, he lifts the black bag. Filled half full of assorted bullets, the sheer weight almost drops him to his knees. Jed picks up the rifle and walks to the door, gripping the handle he turns it carelessly. He is aware of the danger that lurks outside of his prison. He is also aware he may not survive. But mostly, he knows it’s time to make him momma proud.
*~*~*
Chapter 8
I banged my fist against the steering wheel. It was still two hours until dark and the freeway was crawling with life. I tried once more to turn over the engine but got a nasty sputter in response.
“It’s out Trevor” Alex spoke flatly
“One more Try!”
I slowly turned the key in the ignition, mentally exhausted from stress. Nothing happened. I slunk in my seat and closed my eyes for a brief moment. Little gusts of air escaped my lungs as I slowly opened the door and stepped out into the day.
I could see Pod rats scurrying about in a hectic manner, not quite aware of our presence at this point. I felt the much needed pop of my neck and strain on my muscles as I stretched. Several hours in a car and to
“FUCK!”
He clutched his chest and panted. The stale oxygen did little to sedate him. Jedd grabbed his rifle and paced back and forth in his prison. Fate had dropped a pebble of defeat in his pond of hope and the ripples were already affecting his thoughts.
Jedd felt his stomach growl, reminding him that it was way past breakfast and a quarter past lunch. He clutched the beef jerky and stared at it for a moment.
“Fuck it I’m going to die anyways, might as well do it on a full stomach” He said to no one.
He ripped open the jerky and instantly started to salivate as the smell permeated the air. He sank his teeth into the meat and chewed greedily.
“I could go out in a blaze of glory, Take on those filthy things till I die”
“You can’t do that Jedd you are only one person they would kill you!”
“Oh yes I can! Would rather go out shooting than starve to death.”
“They will eat you alive, it will hurt, and you hate pain”
“Fuck pain! I’m a Jedd-I”
He started laughing, almost choking on the beef jerky catching in his throat. Even now it amazes him how he can tell a joke that he has never heard. His raucous laughter slowed to a giggle and crawled to silence. He swallowed the last bite and flung the wrapper into the pile of other garbage. No reason to save the world now. Thank you hippies for truly wasting our time. Recycle, pfft maybe the baboons will learn to recycle one day. It’s not my job to worry about it anymore.
“YOU HEAR ME YOU FILTHY ANIMALS, GO TO HELL AND TAKE THE HIPPIES WITH YOU!”
Jedd ran across the room more colliding with the pile of garbage than kicking it. He stomped on wrappers and spit on paper. He kicked empty aluminum pop cans across the floor and slowly sank down. He stared blankly for a brief moment before feeling his chest burn.
Tears, fat stingy bastard tears slowly streamed down his face. He felt it trailing down his hot cheeks and fought to control it.
“Your last day on earth and you’re going to cry. God you're such a momma’s boy!”
His sobbing voice echoed back into his ears and Jedd looked down. Four twenty two. Through blurry vision Jedd walked over to the grey bag and unzipped it. Pulling out a large charcoal pencil that was hidden deep within the pouches he presses the tip again the wall and scribbles.
“Jedd Howard died at four twenty two pm”
He sits on the cot and grips his rifle, feeling the cold barrel against his chin he sniffles. His fingers shake as he wraps them around the trigger, ready to be rid of this nightmare for good. A thought occurs to him. What if momma was right? What if there is a heaven? I can’t let her see me with tears in my eyes! Jedd slowly removes his fingers from the gun and lays it on the cot next to him.
“If she’s watching I can’t let her see me die like this neither” he sobs to himself
Standing, he lifts the black bag. Filled half full of assorted bullets, the sheer weight almost drops him to his knees. Jed picks up the rifle and walks to the door, gripping the handle he turns it carelessly. He is aware of the danger that lurks outside of his prison. He is also aware he may not survive. But mostly, he knows it’s time to make him momma proud.
*~*~*
Chapter 8
I banged my fist against the steering wheel. It was still two hours until dark and the freeway was crawling with life. I tried once more to turn over the engine but got a nasty sputter in response.
“It’s out Trevor” Alex spoke flatly
“One more Try!”
I slowly turned the key in the ignition, mentally exhausted from stress. Nothing happened. I slunk in my seat and closed my eyes for a brief moment. Little gusts of air escaped my lungs as I slowly opened the door and stepped out into the day.
I could see Pod rats scurrying about in a hectic manner, not quite aware of our presence at this point. I felt the much needed pop of my neck and strain on my muscles as I stretched. Several hours in a car and to
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