Nothing but numbers everywhere. Dead bodies could be found every place you looked. Those that survived were either barley hanging on or buried under many who were dead. Bombs, machine guns, and terrorists were to blame. It’s no longer just fear foreigners, but fear your neighbors and now family members. People were so easily turned to the other side. No one wanted to die. Yet so many were killed. Torture and rape were only used on those that were liked by the terrorists. And even then they killed you.
One way to survive the attacks was to go into hiding or hide behind those that were already dead. So that the evil men and their weapons wouldn’t find you. But, it was getting harder and harder to hide. No place nor stone left unturned. Terrorists could be anyone. Someone who you knew your entire life could suddenly be one of them. In order to live they would turn on others they loved or ever cared about. Like my brother. He disappeared when the terrorists first came then he suddenly popped up looking real bad. He was tortured. We took him in without hesitation and helped him heal…only to have been traded in… his life for ours. Apparently, he thought sacrificing our lives was the best choice. Unfortunately, he didn’t think the terrorists would kill him after they killed us. Mom, Dad, and CeCe were killed in a shoot out. I wasn’t there because I went to help a friend. I came back home to find my family’s car outside on the street. Their bodies were shot in multiple spots. My brother’s body wasn’t there. I went into the house. On the living room wall was the word traitor written in what looked like blood. Then, stepping further in, I saw my brother’s body. He was shot too, but still fighting death.
Leaning over him. I told him it’s going to be okay. But he kept trying to talk. I leaned closer. I killed them. I killed…them…sorry…then he stilled. No more fighting. Just dead. My whole family was dead.
I felt like crying. But the terrorists were not done. They wanted to finish my family off, and so far, I was still alive, walking and breathing. I was very much alive and that ruined their happy side, if such a side ever existed. Nothing but evil existed in their black souls. I only had seconds to get out before a bomb exploded. I barely made it out. Guns were going… I laid as flat as possible. Thankfully, the sky was getting dark and, just like the night, I would flee as far as my legs would carry me. Home was no longer safe. Nothing to keep me fighting at home. If my home was targeted so were neighbors. There had to be way to stop the terrorists. There has to a plan and there was only one way to defeat the bad guys…Numbers.
Numbers as in an army that would stand united against all evil.
But, for now, I had to run deep and as far away as possible. Only time will tell when those numbers will be found and put together. Life or death hung in the air. I chose life. If that meant hiding until the right time, then so be it. I will be ready to fight them. To take from them like they took from me.