The Journal of Gregory Lions
Entry number 3, fellas. I'm just as amazed as you that I'm still here, writing these things. And hopefully you'll gain some faith in my abilities after this entry in particular.
For the first time in my life, I killed a man. Well, that's a bit of a misnomer, allow me to be more clear. I murdered 2 people today. And here is the story...
I woke up this morning, not of my own volition. There was a hammering at the door to the office, and I heard hurried, but hushed voices coming from the other side. I grabbed my wrench and stood beside the door, listening to the man and woman on the other side argue over who's methods would be faster. I could see the somewhat rotted boards I'd hammered into the door at least a half dozen times starting to come loose, so I started packing my things as quickly as possible.
As the first board popped off the door, I was lifting myself into the crawl-space in the ceiling, standing on the desk. I gingerly placed my bag beside me, looped over a beam. I then looked down into the room, waiting on the the raiders to bust in at any moment.
A second later, the other two boards splintered and fell, and the door slammed open. The man and woman spilled into the room, weapons ready to crush anything that moved, and maybe even each other. The woman immediately looked dissapointed to not get to use her baseball bat. The man kicked over the chair, rooted quickly through my trash, and slowly began to notice the boot marks on the table.
Grabbing my things, I quickly crawled to the other end of the building, hoping to find a ventilation duct that would lead me outside. Sadly, I had no such luck. The one I did find was bolted in place, and they would catch up to me. So I padded my way to the bathroom, and kicked through the paneling, falling into the room below.
I could hear the female climbing into the crawlspace now, and the man was coming to the restroom. I didn't know what to think, they were obviously planning to kill me, no matter what.
I go down hard on my back, clutching my face in pain. The raider had busted the handle off and kicked the door open, slamming it hard into my face. Before I could recover, the man was kneeling on my chest, throwing punch after punch at my head with gleaming brass knuckles ( I distinctly remember reading "B-O-O-M" written across the knuckles ). In a horrid, rigid blur, I swung the monkey wrench, and made a solid connection with his eye ridge. The shattered bone was enough to stall him for a second, but he wasn't recoiling as much as I'd hope for. I was too stunned to think clearly, and I don't remember much about it...but I remember rearing back on the wrench and burying it into his forehead at least a half-dozen times.
I heard a short scream followed by a loud crash right outside the restroom, and I limped my way in there to find the girl. She was laying there, filthy and ragged, with her shin bone in a very uncomfortable looking angle. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, pinned under a shelf she had fell on. It was the most heart-breaking sight I had ever laid eyes on... but I didn't know that at the time. She looked like an evil Superman who'd just been shot fatally, and screamed for what seemed like hours as I stabbed her chest and abdomen time after time with my rusted pocket knife. As she lay there, twitching slightly, her breath choppy and short, her neck made the most satisfying dull thud I've ever heard as I kicked it in.
Looking back now, I'm sickened by what I've done. The most craven satisfaction of the kill, the adrenaline rush of stabbing her all those times, the wonderful melody of the wet, sucking noise of the wrench pulling from the shattered skull of the man... I can't help but feel as though I've gotten stronger though.
They were well-equipped, to say the least. They had several cans of food, and an old .32 with 9 rounds total for it. I also found a map showing me their last hiding place. I figured it was a good time to move.
So here I am now, in the strip bar, 3 blocks from the gas station. It won't be long before I make the trek to the mall. But for now....