Jack Massacre's Blog (3)

3/27/06

I have never been afraid of anything. Until a couple of days ago. On the news It said there has been an infection spreading around. We have gone into lockdown. All doors and windows are boarded shut. Which is fine by me. No school. But, I've just got a really bad feeling about all this. Yesterday, my father went to the Wal-Mart in Clarksville, to stock up on…

People don't see me for who I am. And I don't blame them. I am not the hero everyone depicts me as. I never said I was. But if I told them I wasn't, they would be devastated. So I let them caper in their false hope. Though, false hope is still hope after all. They see me as their savior. As their messiah. I am a false hero. I should be one of those maggot ridden corpses. I did not ask for this, nor did I want it. Every man has…

My chest expanded and contracted rapidly. A bead of sweat rolled down my face. A crimson liquid dripped out my arm. My wound pulsed. I screamed in agonizing pain. I was this close to being devoured. Is life really as important as I grew up to believe? The torture of enduring such a burden. If I had the chance to lift it, why not? I slowly reached for my handgun. I know any hell I'm going to, will be more peaceful than…