A survivors tale PT 1

Keven sat in his empty house, fading in and out of consciousness, the radio droning on in the background. His head had been splitting into peices for hours now, he tried to sit there for hours, and would have were it not for that damned phone of his ringing.

He stood up and stumbled to the impatient phone, "What?! Hello?"

"This is an emergency automated message from...." at that point Keven turned off the phone

"ugh, if they want to sell me something, they can just get a real person to do it" he said to himself, and made his way back to his chair. No sooner than he sat down did his phone ring again, he answered.

"Yeah?"

"This is an emergency auto..."

"Dammit!!" he flung the phone across the room and watched it skip across the dirty hardwood floor.

Keven lay his head back trying to return to his nap. It was at that point he noticed something odd on the background radio...wasn't music, wasn't an advertisement...it was something more serious. "This is an FEMA emergency broadcast, we have reports of unexplained violance in the vicinity, this is not a test, please stay in your homes and secure all windows and doors... This is a FEMA emergency broad...."

His ears perked up, "what the hell?" he thought to himself. He walked outside.

It was a brisk autumn day, cloudless blue skies, and the smell of dried leaves filled his sinuses.. what could be wrong, he thought. True, he could hear the wail of police and ambulance sirens in the distance, but what was wrong with that, "some drunk probably wrapped himself around a tree." he assured himself. He turned casually and walked back into his house, radio still playing the FEMA message. With a sigh, he walked to his bedroom and produced the pistol from a dresser drawer, "can never be sure" as he drew back the slapped the magazine in and walked back to his chair, setting the pistol on the coffee table. Lay his head back, and try to return to his elusive nap.

He was startled from his sleep by the roar of a siren in front of his house, Keven jumped up, nearly choking on the drool from the corner of his mouth. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he made his way towards his front window, the Sheriff's department cruiser was parked just in the front of his house. An overweight deputy was standing beside hand on his revolver, shouting as authoritatively as he could at somebody. The curiosity was killing Keven. He opened his door and stood on his porch...the deputy didn't notice him.

"Stop riiite there!" the big bellied uniform shouted. A ragged looking man in a hunting jacked kept walking towards him.
"I said stop, Bwoy!", the man kept walking as the deputy drew his sidearm "I mean it!" He kept walking. Keven watched in horror as the deputy unleashed a ear shattering BOOM from the barrel of his gun.

"What the Fuck!?!" Keven screamed

The deputy turned towards him "Son, get back inside!!"

"You just shot him?!?, what the fuck did he do!" Keven replied

They both heard a moan from the raggity man as he or it stood up, gaping hole in his chest.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! the deputy shot thrice more, all three hitting center mass and doing nothing but causing the man to stammer back a few steps.

"Git back insiide!" screamed the deputy as he fired once more... this time however the man's head erupted in a crimson shower of brain and bone as it fell to the ground.

"What the fuck?" Keven said quietly to himself as he took a step back in disbeleif